• Nakoichi [they/them]@hexbear.netOPM
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      I’m old we never used filters back in the day, sometimes we’d use what we called a crutch which was just a piece of whatever thin cardboard we could find rolled into a cylinder.

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          I actually enjoy the russian roulette element of having to find out the hard way when it stop burning flower and starts burning crutch. It’s like a hard “joint’s done” notification.

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          A roach is just the end of a joint that got put out. Sometimes we’d roll all the roaches into a new joint and that’s a generation joint.

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            My buddy and I used to keep several generations of roaches going at once. So once you have enough roaches, you roll all those into a joint to create a “second generation joint”. Then once you have enough 2nd generations you can make 3rd, and eventually 4th, and at that point those will just knock you on your ass sicko-blur

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              one time I smoked a roach from a backwood blunt in the bong and immediately passed out on the floor. Woke up with the stereotypical circle of faces staring down at me (I was only out for a few seconds)

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          I’m with you throughout this thread. Learning all the regional differences lmao.

          I know the european ones but it’s understandable there because they’re different languages.

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          Generally crutch or filter is the name for the cardboard around here and then the roach is what’s leftover at the end whether it’s got a crutch or not.

          I like no crutches but I usually smoke a joint then shove the roach into a bowl and finish it off.

          Or save it for later but then you’ve gotta carry around the stinking stub of a joint.

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            Ah so when we don’t use a roach/crutch/filter we call it “French style” after French style roll up cigarettes without the filter.

            Don’t know if that’s actually French or not but that’s what it’s called lmao.

            Nothing worse when you’re stood in a lift with a boomer and you know they can smell it but don’t know what that smell is.

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      You don’t use a filter in a joint, it filters the THC. Do you mean a roach?

      Wait did you mean like a ciggie filter or just a bit of spiralled cardboard?

      Edit: okay only bri’ish call them roaches I’ve learnt 💀

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        Yeah just some rolled up cardboard to keep the bits of weed from getting in your mouth, usually from the rolling paper package or a pack of darts (Canadian for “cigarettes”) or whatever

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          Yeah that’s a roach to us and yep made from cutting up the skin box lmao.

          Oh you call them darts? I’ve heard ciggies, a bind, foxtrot-alpha-golf’s (the North needs to have a word with itself) and straights lmao which is my personal fav.

          All my queer friends and me smoke rollies and we all have a good laugh anytime someone wants to borrow a cig but like a cigarette and not a rolly and its like “no sorry I don’t like straights” and we all laugh at ourselves and nobody talks to us.

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    doubt

    Mine are better 💅

    Fr tho people seem to roll joints in a completely different way every country I see.

    Also is a joint for you weed and tobacco or all weed? Cos we call all weed marujanna cigarettes blunts in the UK and half weed half tobacco a joint.

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    In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well. She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll. Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke And says, “Hell, I can roll em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!”

    So a note gets sent to San Rafael, “For the Championship of the World The Kid demands a smoke off!” “Well, bring him on!” says Pearl, “I’ll grind his fingers off his hands, he’ll roll until he drops!” Says Calistog, “I’ll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!” So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread "Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price Just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world’s greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.

    See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who’ve done some time To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds. And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin’ war At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.

    Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold. Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold. Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok’s Bloomin’ Best. And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West. Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs. And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers. And there’s bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches. And there’s Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, case anybody gets the munchies. And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins. And the drums roll low and the crowd yells “GO!” and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.

    Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled. Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold. Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose. And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused. Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes ‘em up in nine, And everybody sits back and says, “This just might take some time.” See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone But the two still sit on that roach filled stage, smokin’ and rollin’ on With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips. And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, “Goddamn it, bitch, there’s nothin’ left to roll!” “Nothin’ left to roll?”, screams Pearl, “Is this some twisted joke?” “I didn’t come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!” And she reaches ‘cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves Flickin’ out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach. And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.

    In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well. She’s been stoned twenty one of her twenty four years, and the story’s widely told. How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll While off in New York City on a street that has no name. There’s the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers there’s a little golden scroll That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There’s Nothin’ Left to Roll.

    Shel Silverstein

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    When I lived in Mexico I could get a ¼ pound of decent weed for $20. The night before I moved back to the states, I bought a quarter pounder and my friends and I sat together and pasted about half a pack of rolling papers and rolled up a joint as big as my forearm then sat around our campfire on the beach and smoked that thing until it fell apart. That has still been one of the best days of my life.

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    I have the worst luck in the word lighting joints, if I light a joint it WILL canoe 110% of the time, to the point where I’ve just started dissecting pre-rolls and packing bowls with them.