Probation for pot prank
Filed Under (Crime, Culture War) by Don C on 04-03-2008
The moral of this story is that perhaps Pueblo police officer Henry Gabaldó might want to lay of the Whoppers, even if they are not laced with Marijuana. Seriously though, the last thing Gabaldo needed was to eat a marijuana-laced Whopper. Someone could have got hurt while he raced back for another Whopper.
But really, seriously, even though Gabaldo’s mantra is someone could have got hurt…
For Gabaldón, who said he or someone else could have died that night, [probation is] not good enough. He said he constantly ponders the what-ifs of what might have happened.
…and indeed someone could have, as I mentioned already. But nobody did get hurt. As one commenter said, “Hopefully the pot kept the cops from tasering or beating the shit out of anyone that night.”
I always heard that pot had to have been heated to work its magic. Not just put on a burger like lettuce. I guess you could sorta knead it into the ground beef before cooking it - but that sounds kinda fonky. I think I’d notice a bunch of crunchy weed, seeds, and stems on my sesame seed bun.
That one cop looks a bit like he could swaller one w/o chewing, though.
I’m thinking maybe he already takes a hit every now and then.
Then I’m thinking, maybe if he wasn’t such a dick, the kids wouldn’t have put the weed on there.
But, then I’m thinking, nah the kids are probably just some sorry delinquents thought they was being funny.
But any way you stack it up, it’s still fun at someone else’s expense and what more can you ask for, really.
Interesting tidbit about having to heat the weed. What about mushrooms? Did you have to boil the mushrooms, or could you just eat them? Seriously.
I’m not sure about the mushrooms, I think eating them raw would probably do it, but you’d puke a lot. Psylocybin, I believe is the active ingredient in most mushrooms. Delta-9-tetrahydrocannibanol is the active ingredient in pot.
I have only heard that pot requires heating - no empirical data on that. I never sat there and ate a pile of it, nor have I ever eaten brownies, so I can’t swear to either.
I only ever had one experience with the mushrooms you pick yourself, and somebody else did it. I didn’t trust myself to pick the right ones, and I didn’t trust anyone else, really. You make a tea to extract the psychoactive ingredient, I understand, because then you eliminate consuming so much stuff that makes you sick.
It was pretty fonky andyhow. Ain’t nothing like Lipton, for sure.
I remember in college my roommate would collect huge quantities of the things which were very abundant in East Texas. We would make milk shakes with them using strawberry daiquiri mix. Conventional wisdom was that the girls liked it better that way, and that seemed to be the case. Not like it was a secret that there was something awful in the milkshake; it was a dark creamy grayish purple concoction.
I would on occasion grab a handful out of the refrigerator’s vegetable crisper and gulp them down on the way out of the house going to class. I have no special memory of those classes that I can recall. Perhaps a handful of raw mushrooms is not enough to get a substantial effect and the boiling is more about making a concentrated dose than anything else.
I remember, sorta, my days in school. If I remember correctly, we dehydrated them. We also would boil them and make a tea, I think boiling extracts a lot of the psilocybin (windows wanted to correct that one)out of the buttons, as the tea would kick our asses.
I DO remember that the damn things would make me gag when I tried to eat them so I would throw a few grams (dehydrated) into the food processor and make a powder. Then I would load them into some gelatin capsules that we had to give pharmas to the horses. Just swallow a couple down with your beer.
I have too much adult data in my head now and don’t think I could tolerate them. Other habits die hard.
db
Definitely not a recreation in which to partake if you have any responsibilities, thats for sure.