Or, given that this conversation happened at the reception, not after an investigation ‘Wait, what are you talking about?’
Especially if he’d eaten some of the food and was himself unknowingly stoned, which would make him even more likely to stand there gobsmacked and unable to quickly process the situation.
We do know there’s body cam footage of the cops at the party, right, where you can watch the cop ask the bride and groom about the pot? I can’t pull it up this second but you can find it online if it hasn’t already been linked to in this thread.
No, because smoking pot is legal in Canada and because she was on “their” porch, not her own porch right next door. The best that could be done was to kick them out. The landlord was happy to oblige.
In The Andromeda Strain, written in 1969, the penalty form reading the Wildfire documents in “Twenty years in prison and $20000 fine.” Now twenty years is still twenty years, but inflation has changed the fines. I’m like “$20K, hmm. You need a check, or is cash fine?”
I suppose the only saving grace is that none of the articles I’ve seen mention children being affected so hopefully it was a child free event.
And also I hope that all the guests sue them into oblivion.
Maybe it’s because they (maybe) fought for so long to get it decriminalized and destigmatized, that stuff like this can cause serious backlash from the “Marijuana=Bad” crowd. You can (quite correctly) point out that it’s an isolated incident, and not at all casually representative of actual facts and reality, but when someone has a hate on for who you are and what you do, any bad actor or incident becomes the club with which they beat you over the head to vindicate their position.
I’ll sign the petition; put it on a ballot, and I’ll vote for it.
I’m less sure of that; I’ve had out-of-context questions that, initially, made as much sense as you asking, “Did you in fact stick a banana up your nose, and blow bubbles out of your butt?”
You’d get a few seconds of blank stare from me, until my brain processed and switched gears.
Or maybe he found the question so unexpected and bizarre that it took him a moment to process what he’d heard, especially if he’d gotten any of the tampered food/drink and might well have been high himself. (And I got thoroughly ninja-ed by multiple posters.)
Absolutely appalling behavior.
But as someone who loves edibles, I’ve always wondered how the heck people eat them unknowingly.
Bc when I eat an edible it takes like ass. No matter how expertly prepared the edible was made.
(Of course non of that excuses what these assholes did)
I don’t use cannabis myself, so would not necessarily identify an odd taste in food as being such, I’d just think the cook’s abilities left something to be desired. Guests might well not have known what that taste meant.
One short question by a furriner, I’m not that well versed in US weed lingo: what in the context of cannabis are “shakes”?
It’s just the stuff at the bottom of the bag. Looks like something you would put in a spice shaker.
Ah, got it. We call this stuff “Brösel”. Thanks.
Are you sure about that? Most sources say that the U.S. median individual income (as opposed to the average household income, which gets most of the media coverage) is about $40k. I don’t think that very many people would be able to fork over a third or more of their annual income in one payment. Even a vastly smaller amount would cause considerable difficulty for many people.
Do you think a $20k fine is comparable to 20 years in prison, though?
How about a $500 fine vs. five years in prison?
It’s totally unfair. If five hundred dollars is the equivalent of five years, then two thousand dollars should be the equivalent of twenty years not twenty thousand dollars.
This is what happens when Florida bans math books.
I agree with the crowd in how abominable this is, but wanted to chime in about you happy pot smokers. The handful of times in my life that I have tried it, I became freakishly paranoid. The last time was four years ago in Amsterdam and I got so blasted that I literally, the real meaning of literally, thought I had died and was in Hell. Random people were demons tormenting me. Every word people said was about how to torture me. I see movies where people are happy and goofy; not me.
And to follow up, it was wearing off just a bit when I got on the plane from Amsterdam back to Paris. They put my wife in a different part of the plane and sat me next to some 20-something beautiful young lady and I just knew/was afraid that I was going to hit on her. The whole thing went through my mind: I’m married/this girl doesn’t want me hitting on her/I really don’t want to hit on her, but I just knew that I would say something offensive and sexual. I had to stuff the Skymall magazine in my mouth to ensure that I wouldn’t say anything. Everyone looked at me, but I didn’t care; would rather have looks about having Skymall stuffed in my mouth than telling the young girl next to me that she had nice tits and get booted off of the flight.
Short version: that shit is terrible to me.
Reality checking in: what happens if you were at that reception and as a result
- Fail a drug test at work?
- Drive home and get caught for a DUI?
Homemade edibles, or commercial? Homemade are often bad, yeah, but the edibles available commercially in Canada are never terrible, and most taste just a little bit off. I could easily see someone eating them by accident if it weren’t for all the warning labels.