We found ourselves in the most delightful cheerful stupor when smoking this little strain, and it was awesome
Have you ever heard of a little strain called Gasonade? Well, if you haven’t, you’re in for a gotdang ride with this one. Pick some up right now, because this strain is a rad blend of Lemon G and Gas strains that will immediately uplift your spirit and send you on a joyous odyssey — no matter how much you happen to hate life at the moment.
Trust me, this experience is a roller-coaster of hilarity and euphoria that I won’t soon forget.
At first glance, Gasonade’s nuggets are a sight to behold, shimmering with trichomes like tiny diamonds. The trichome density hints at the potency within, and I couldn’t wait to dive into the psychedelic depths of this strain. With my trusty bong at the ready, I took a deep inhale, and that’s when the journey began.
Now, let me tell you, I’ve had my fair share of cannabis experiences, but Gason-ade had me grinning from ear to ear and laughing like my brain was on a setting for “OH MY GOD IT’S ALL SO FUNNY” autopilot. The initial wave of euphoria hit me like a punchline to the universe’s funniest joke. I was just sitting there, slightly stoned, when it took over. I went from a little stressed to very, very amused at just about everything, but if you want examples of what, I can’t really tell you. It just happened out of nowhere.
And, the more I tried to stifle my laughter, the harder it became, and soon enough, I was guffawing at the way the dips and dark spots in my concrete ceiling look like all sorts of weird things — including a perfect rendition of Mr. Incredible’s face. If you’ve never stared at your ceiling while high like you’re staring at the shape of the clouds, you’re missing the eff out. It was pure, unbridled joy, I tell ya.
One of the most interesting aspects of Gasonade, though, is its remarkably balanced high. I was unbelievably happy, but didn’t send me hurtling into outer space. All it did was lift me into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. It’s like that perfect high that sits you comfortably in a hammock of happiness, swaying gently in the breeze of life’s absurdity as you cackle like a total idiot. So, basically my everyday steez.
As I reveled in my cheerful stupor, I decided it was time for a culinary escapade that Dr. Seuss himself would applaud. Picture this: Doritos dipped in Nutella (surprisingly delicious) and peanuts covered in Tajin (also a freakin’ jam), and god knows what else. I found remnants of my food projects all over the coffee table a couple of hours later, and it was clearly a delightful gastronomic experiment worthy of the most adventurous foodie. I’m basically like the rat from Ratatouille but cooler.
Gasonade also unlocked my inner philosopher. I pondered the profound mysteries of life, and found myself stuck in the recesses of my brain. That’s not reallya pleasant place to be, but it did result in me thinking about how watching hair blow in a breeze is like watching a glitch in real time. That’s what my notes say, anyway, so if you can decode that for me, I would be most grateful. Anyway, this strain obviously encouraged my mind to traverse unconventional pathways, making even the most mundane thoughts seem astoundingly funny and thought-provoking.
Gasonade is apparently like the class clown of the cannabis world, and I wholeheartedly recommend it for a fantastic time. Just remember, laughter is contagious, so don’t be surprised if you find yourself laughing at the arrangement of your bookshelf or the peculiar antics of your weird but adorable dog — who spent most of the time while I was high in the weirdest pose, pulling himself across the floor on his belly to sneak-harass the cat. Honestly, he’s going to get calmly schooled by her one day for that nonsense, and I hope I’m high on Gasonade when it happens.
