Okay, so you know me, right? KyleNotSkyler? The one who occasionally mixes things up a little too much? Well, buckle up, buttercups, because I just had a *situation* with a strain called Tropic Thunder. And let me tell you, it was a wild ride from “Oh, this smells kinda nice” to “Wait, did the game just…nah, no way.”
This whole thing started innocently enough. Peggy, bless her heart, hooked me up with some Tropic Thunder. Now, I’m always down to try new stuff, especially if it promises a good time. Peggy said it was Sour Diesel and Viagra. I was already imagining myself cleaning my whole house.
First Impressions and a Power Outage (Almost)
I grabbed my mixer (yes, I mix stuff – it’s a *thing*, okay?) and was ready to go. Literally just about to sparked it up, when BAM! Total darkness. For a split second I thought I blew a fuse. Thank goodness the mixer was still humming. Crisis averted! I almost had to clean my house.
The Moment of Truth (and a Missed Text)
Alright, deep breath. Time to actually *experience* this Tropic Thunder. “Wait for me! Wait for me!” I said, trying to get my head in the game. She was telling me to just smoke it like the “nug”.
God DAMN! I tell you, man, sometimes my brain just short-circuits! Like trying to work a toaster after a dab, if you know what I mean. I took the hit, held left click, and…
Wait, What Just Happened?!
This is where things got…weird. Like, *really* weird. Let’s just say the visuals took a turn I *definitely* wasn’t expecting. I almost changed races, what the hell!. It was like a glitch in the Matrix only hilarious, until it wasn’t.
The Blackface Drug, Bro
“Wait, we gotta stop! We’re gonna get canceled!” I blurted out. Seriously, the whole thing felt…off. We realized we couldn’t use this shit, man. It was like a bad Robert Downey Jr. movie.
The strain’s name suddenly took on a whole new, deeply uncomfortable meaning. Let’s just say it wasn’t the kind of “Tropic Thunder” I wanted to experience.
The Aftermath: Lessons Learned (and a Plea to Weed Gods)
Look, I’m all about exploring the weird and wonderful world of cannabis, but this…this was a bridge too far. It’s a reminder that sometimes, even with something as seemingly harmless as weed, things can get dicey real quick.
So, what did I learn?
- Know your strains: Do your research, folks! Don’t just blindly trust some random name.
- Sometimes, less is more: Maybe starting with a *tiny* puff would have been a smarter move.
- Comedy isn’t always funny: Especially when it veers into uncomfortable territory.
In conclusion, Tropic Thunder? More like *Tropic Trauma*. I’m gonna stick to my tried-and-true strains for now. Maybe I’ll try something from here next time to keep things on the up and up: Growing Guides.
Anyone else had a strain experience that went sideways? Share your stories in the comments! Let me know I am not alone.
Keywords:
- Primary: Tropic Thunder strain
- Secondary: Sour Diesel, Robert Downey Jr., strain review
Hold on, I’m mixing.Alright, this one’s for you.Oh, power went out.No it didn’t. Cause the mixer is still long.Let me hit this shit. Let me hit this shit.Okay. Oh my god,I missed. I missed the text from Peggy.Oh, here you go.This is for you to try. This is called Tropic Thunder.Okay. Tropic Thunder.Hold on, hold on.Wait for me. Wait for me.We’re gonna smoke it together.It’s Sour Diesel and Viagra.Can I just smoke it like the NUG or like.What do I do? You do the same thing when youthat you smoke before. Where you just hold left click.Alright.Shit.God damn! What the hell is the matter with me?Oh fuck! What the fuck?Wait, you’re.Wait, you change races?But wait, no. Did you.Oh my god. Wait,we gotta stop. We’re gonna get canceled.We’re gonna get it. We didn’t do it.The game did. It’s the blackface drug, bro.We can’t use this shit. Oh my god.Oh fuck! Oh dude, it’s.We can’t use this shit, man.Oh my god. That’s why it’s called Tropic Thunder.Oh shit. Alright. Robert Downey Jr.video