Marijuana. The Forebrains worst enemy.

I’ve been experimenting with this for a long time….

The first time i clack a bird, i try to get her stoned beforehand… I want her to feel comfortable, safe and protected in my world before i introduce the idea….  But as soon as shes had a toke, her inhibitions are loosened, and that rush of dopamine is the reason for enhanced awareness of the senses - feelings are sharper, sex is more sensual, food tastes better, hearing is sharper, colours are brighter, music is more beautiful, and that guy that she just met, now seems like someone she’s known for a while, and she should be more comfortable.

The pseudo science behind it is thus…..

Imagine the Forebrain and Hindbrain and a pair of Dogs, protecting an amazing garden from trespassers.

 

'Spike' - Protector

 

 

 

 

The forebrain is the Guard dog….  he’s standing guard over the garden, he knows that if you get past, your going to fuck shit up.  Everything will change, he will surrender all his power once you have  entered his garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Rover' - Open to suggestion.... And anal.

 

 

 

 

 

The Hindbrain is an excitable puppy, one that is easily led and carefree.  He cant wait to get into the garden, run amok and cause untold havoc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now normally, you have to convince the Doberman that your a good guy, usually by a few dates, physical comfort, emotional comfort and social status.

But if you want to get rid of Spike for a while, to enjoy your time in the garden…  Just feed Spike a nice juicy steak (in the form a a nice friendly spliff) and whistle while strolling into the garden… Rover will come running….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would usually introduce the idea, early on… On date 1 I’ll start by talking about a trip to amsterdam that ive recently been on, and ill be vague about the details… If there is attraction, she will be inquisitive, and should ask if i was smoking….  This gives me the platform to ask her if she’s a smoker.  If she says no, i drop the subject completely –  (until ive already clacked her) but if she says that she has smoked in the past, ill bring up a DHV story about how i take my friends to primrose hill on warm summer nights, share a few drinks, a smoke and a laugh.   Then when i get her home, out comes the vinyl, dim lights, a bottle of cheap bottle of beaujolais, and a 3 paper.

Bon Appetit.