Month: November 2023

Good day to you, dear web wanderers and CBD connoisseurs! Seymour here, coming at you like a Mississippi steamboat chugging through the digital age with all the vim and vigor of a man half my ripe age of 89. You’re about to embark on a caper of literary extravagance as…

Hello, my good readers, Seymour here, your nonagenarian guide through the green-tinged labyrinth of CBD products. Today’s musing is a tale as wondrous as a Twain river journey and as fraught with mishaps as any Clancy covert op, so do strap in tight. The protagonist of this yarn is none…

Now dear readers, before I comfortably situate my fragile but spirited skeletal structure upon the worn grooves of my mahogany armchair, I must commence this tale with the obligatory warning: fasten your seat belts, for I am about to take you on a whirlwind of an escapade, ripe with the…

Ladies, gentlemen, non-binary compatriots, and Internet wanderers, today I regale you with a tale of such peculiarity that it could only spawn from the depths of my storied experience coupled with a twist of modern-day, cannabidiolic high jinks. This is Seymour, your venerable sage of soothing salves and potions, perched…

Well now, my fellow cannabinoid connoisseurs and lovers of life's peculiar potions, gather 'round as I recount the curious case of the 'Latrine Elixir,' a CBD concoction that assuredly takes the cake for the most peculiarly named pain-reliever I've ever slathered upon my septuagenarian skin. Yes, I'm Seymour, your mirthful…

Fellow travelers on this mortal coil, lend me your eyes for a spell. Today, I recount an escapade most peculiar, a journey with the enigmatic potion known as "Rabble-Rouser's Relief Rock," an alleged panacea that would soothe the gnawing ache in my venerable serratus posterior inferior – that treacherous muscle…

Gather 'round, my trusty confidantes, and let me regale you with a yarn spun from the very fibers of incredulity and wonder, with a touch of disgruntlement for good measure. I, Seymour, your venerable sage of 89 springs-under-the-belt, am here to discourse at length upon a potion most peculiar—its moniker…

Ah, dear readers of my illustrious web-log, today I am to tell you a tale that rivals the great river sagas of ol' Samuel Clemens and the high-stakes ventures of a certain Tom Clancy yarn. Yes, Seymour, your venerable narrator—weathered by the trials of time like a well-read paperback left…

Now as it happens, I have something to relate which may procure you an unexpected bout of amusement, dear readers. It's all about a speck of a thing, not to be despised in spite of its size; a tiny bottle of the daringly monikered "Unaccompanied CBD Tincture," the mascot for…

Friends, as you well know, my existence has become a prolong dance with the absurd. Surely, if the good lord had meant for me to chase the dragon of youthfulness with such fervour, he would have furnished me with the stamina of a spry gazelle, rather than the lumbering fortitude…