Classic Pot Dealers.

Sil Dil

Active Member
I was just smoking some bowls and thought about all the different dealers I've grabbed from(some only once) in my time smoking the ganj. I realized how hilarious some of these guys were and than thought of a few that had some really funny habits. Just wanna know about some of the funnier dealers youve had, some of mine were:
1. Pure Italian guy with terrets syndrome who delivered his bud on roller blades and ALWAYS i mean ALWAYS wore camo pants (different colours of course, lol)
2. 300 pound guy (my first dealer) who goes by the nick name fridge cause he raids your fridge if he smokes weed at your house.
3. A completely normal kid who always gave me my count in toilet paper (clean dont worry, haha)
4. Two twin brothers that constantly argue and constantly play counter strike
who live in a room in an apartment that used to be the building swimming pool.
theres been many more I dont remember Im sure.
 

tip top toker

Well-Known Member
I've had a good bunch, and all bar one, who was a grower selling off a little excess, they've all been greedy twats. Even the real nice ones will still try and rip you off if you're not watching.
 
I've had a guy whos constantly on acid and liquid dancing wearing a purple and green joker suit with shoes that have his toes stickin out the end and really thick glasses and every third scentence he speaker is I like turtles
 

The Cryptkeeper

Well-Known Member
I guarantee this has been posted a dozen times on this site but it's perfect for this thread. :p
Hey Kiddies - here is some info I have gathered for the younger ones or those newer to the hobby. If you're going to buy marijuana, be prepared to encounter every one of these people on the way until you meet 'Johnny Dependable.' I can literally put a face to each one of these characters. Enjoy. Yes, these are all very accurate and peer reviewed. Courtesy of the GrassCity forums.


Type: The Lagging Mystic
Characteristics: This is the guy you met at Burning Man or Reggae on the River who you run into occasionally at the coffee shop or natural food store. Most of your hippie friends have assured you he’s a kind soul, but while he’s exploring the nature of the cosmos with a mellow sister he just met, you’re sitting at home getting hassled by customers you said you’d hook up three hours ago. The Lagging Mystic will teach you that patience is a virtue.

Appearance: Most Mystics under forty have dreadlocks and Rasta-themed clothing, whereas mystics over forty wear sandals and tie-dye. Hemp clothing is mandatory for both.

Pros: Always has the best outdoor organic at reasonable prices.

Cons: Lacks a linear conception of time, does not believe in urgency and has no phone.

Warning: Requires an open mind, schedule, and the ability to listen to long, dragging accounts of his most recent spiritual awakening or communion with the most high.

Calls his weed: Medicine, Herb, Sacrament.

Catchphrase: “This strain of herb, brethren, has been blessed by shaman, Jerry, and the Most High.”


Type: Lord of the Schwag
Characteristics: This guy might be a Mexican gangster, an old hippie who complains that “pot is just too strong these days,” or anyone more concerned with profit than reputation. His weed is often vacuum-sealed and squeezed into rock-hard chunks from its journey out of British Columbia or Mexico. It may have been grown with chemicals and pesticides labeled “for use on ornamental plants only.” It also may have suffered frostbite, premature harvest, or a little too much time crated up in some mafia goon’s basement, giving it that aroma you normally associate with your grandma’s rest home.

Appearance: The Schwag Lord takes many forms.

Pros: If you have the right type of clientele, you can make a lot of money with this guy.

Cons: Your friends will make fun of you.

Warning: Smoking mold causes lung infections.

Calls his weed: Product, B-grade, Work.

Catchphrase: “Don’t be fooled by the look, taste and smell—it’s fuckin’ stony.”



Type: The Rip-Off Artist
Characteristics: Chances are, you’ve known this guy less than an hour. He calls you bro and appears to have all the same opinions and interests that you do. His eyes dart around a lot, and he never actually looks at you, but he seems cool. If you just chill out at his bro’s house, or around the corner, he’ll be back in fifteen minutes.

Appearance: White T-shirt, backwards baseball cap, small, cheap gold chain. Crooked teeth and meth sores are optional, but without fail sports a ponytail.

Pros: If he’s a large-scale Rip-Off artist, he may actually hook you up with a good deal the first time so he can gain your trust. He also helps rid you of any naïveté, any ideas that if you show people trust and respect they’ll do the same, that you may still cling to.

Cons: This one’s a no-brainer. And don’t think you can find him and get your money back, because he won’t have it. His mom is still trying to get that dime bag he promised her a few years back.

Warning: Check for ponytail. Unless it is accompanied by a beard or other hippie accoutrements, do not give him your money.

Calls his weed: Chronic nuggets.

Catchphrase: “Hey bro, lookin’ for any chronic nuggets?”

Type: The Weed Snob

Characteristics: This guy was annoying back in high school, and he’s even more annoying now that you have to buy weed from him. No matter what strain you have, it never seems to be good enough for him to smoke. Says things like, “I’m really in more of a Jack Herer mood right now,” or “You look like a Big Bud kind of guy.” Also uses terms like “bouquet,” “aroma” and “woody aftertaste.”

Appearance: An air of smug superiority and vague disgust surrounds him. Wears that stupid 1998 Cannabis Cup Judge T-shirt every day.

Pros: Always has the best weed in town at any given time.

Cons: Rarely has anything for sale since “there’s nothing worth buying.” And you can be damn sure it won’t be cheap if he does.
Warning: Use extreme caution when matching bowls with the Weed Snob. Only European strains are recommended. If the Weed Snob catches you in possession of anything you bought from The Schwag Lord, mockery, and in some extreme cases, violence, may ensue.

Calls his weed: Grade A Smoke, The Good Stuff.

Catchphrase: “Eww…how can you even smoke this? What is this, Mex?"

Type: The Gangster

Characteristics: Once the Rip-Off artist realizes that sometimes you can make more consistent money by actually hooking people up rather than ripping them off, he becomes The Gangster. You still don’t really know him that well, but you’re pretty sure he has connections to organized crime, and sells a lot more than just weed.

Appearance: The Gangster does not believe in saving money, spending it on his illegitimate children, or welfare family. Therefore, with the exception of strippers and cocaine, The Gangster spends all his money on gold chains, watches, athletic clothes, and other forms of bling.

Pros: Has great, reliable deals on commercial stuff. Can help you out with any other illegal goods or services you may want.

Cons: He’s on probation, the cops are probably watching him, and bigger fish periodically rob him. And when he gets hard up for cash, he robs the weed cutsies first.

Warning: Small bills anger him.

Calls his weed: Trees, Product, The Stuff.

Catchphrase: “Hey what the fuck did I tell you about tens, bitch?”

Type: Mr. Paranoia

Characteristics: The guy’s a total sketcher. Phone conversations with him involve so many pointless code words and jargon that you both hang up with only vague ideas about what the other was trying to say. In person, he whispers any words that might be considered incriminating, and flips out if you forget to follow one of the bizarre rules he’s given you, or one he just made up, or if his brain chemistry is off that day.

Appearance: An aura of shadiness surrounds him. The brim of his hat always seems to cover his beady, darting eyes. In a lineup with the other nine Types, he’d be the easiest to identify as a drug dealer.

Pros: Mr. Paranoia is your bright warning beacon. Is this the kind of life you want to lead?

Cons: Paranoia, as the saying goes, is contagious. Hanging out with this guy outside of work will shorten your life expectancy.

Warning: At first, you and your friends might just think he’s really clever. He’s not.

Calls his weed: Those movies you wanted, the new Green Day CD, that one thing we talked about last Wednesday except this time three quarters of it is brown cow status and another half is on the high end of the Red Baron’s lawnmower.

Catchphrase: “Are you sure that old lady sleeping on the bench across the street from your apartment is chill? Was that a siren? Do you hear helicopters?”


Type: Mr. Medical

Characteristics: This lucky son of bitch has a license to grow, and possess, more weed than he could ever smoke. Depending on where you live and how strict the laws are, Mr. Medical may actually have a condition that can only be treated by cannabis. Most likely, however, he was just smart enough to work the system. As a result, he has the cheapest, freshest weed around every three months or so. Though seeing Mr. Medi’s grow room stirs feelings of jealousy in you, it also makes you want to quit hustling and grow your own crop.

Appearance: Mr. Medi may have a wheelchair, crutches, or another physical ailment, but there’s always a grin on his face.

Pros: Cheap weed, the chance to use a vaporizer, and the possibility that if you hang around him long enough he’ll designate you as his caretaker.

Cons: Sometimes Mr. Medical forgets that just because it’s currently relatively legal for him to grow and possess it, that doesn’t make it legal for him to sell it to you. He refuses to be discrete about anything, ever, and occasionally teases you about being paranoid.

Warning: May show up on your doorstep with a transparent turkey bag full of medicine slung over his shoulder.

Calls his weed: Medicine, what else?

Catchphrase: “It’s just a plant, man. Don’t worry so much.”

Type: The Street Kid

Characteristics: You remember this guy—you bought your first bag from him. Or, you may have utilized his services while vacationing in a strange new city. In any case, while you were watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating mom’s special blueberry pancakes, this kid was on the street, hustling. When he’s not in Juvie or a halfway home, he’s on the corner pushing dime bags as fast as you can smoke them.

Appearance: Wears pants so big you can’t tell if he’s got shoes, but you can sure as hell see every inch of his boxer shorts. Wears the same ratty hoodie and low-slung backpack every day.

Pros: He’s all over the world, in every city, and he always introduces himself.

Cons: Some of his bags are a bit skimpy, but do you really want to call him on it? He hasn’t eaten all day! Also, after having his pockets and backpack searched every week by the cops, you don’t even want to know where he keeps his weed now…

Warning: CHECK FOR PONYTAIL! Do not be fooled by a Rip-Off Artist in disguise.

Calls his weed: Every name you’ve heard of, plus a few you haven’t.

Catchphrase: “Weedsmoke! Bud for sale! Need some herb, dude?”

Type: The Walking Party/Bust Waiting to Happen

Characteristics: This guy keeps a high profile. There are at least ten people in his apartment/dorm at all times, usually drunk. Since he knows every dealer in town, as they’ve all been to a party at his house at some point, he usually has good herb for a good price. Snowboarding trips and concerts aside, he’s always home, so if you don’t mind waiting in line to buy weed he’s not a bad guy to know.

Appearance: You’ve never seen him without shorts, sandals, slitty sunglasses, and a beer in his hand. He frequently wears Hawaiian shirts and visor caps as well.

Pros: He’s fun to hang out with, and his pad is a great place to make connections.

Cons: It’s also a great place to make unwanted connections.

Warning: Since the entire apartment complex knows this guy is a dealer, it’s only a matter of time before a sleep-deprived neighbor rats him out and he gets busted. Don’t be there when it happens.

Calls his weed: Chron-chron, Chrizon, Doj.

Catchphrase: “Hey-haaay! Whatuuup, dogger!”

Type: Johnny Dependable

Characteristics: This is the guy you want to know. He’s got a strong work ethic and such a low profile that you may already know him. However, you’ll probably have to be in the weed circuit for a while before he reveals himself as a professional pot dealer. He would’ve been great at any number of professions, but somehow he got into dealing weed and still hasn’t found a comparable way to make his money legally. If you’re a dealer, learn from him.

Appearance: Nondescript, unassuming. He probably looks like “the boy next door.”

Pros: This guy has weed nine out of ten times when you call him, and he somehow always manages to fit you into his schedule later that day. Never flakes on you or tries to act important.

Cons: His deals are always good, but rarely exceptional. He’s a shrewd businessman trying to make a profit and his prices reflect that.

Warning: Just because Johnny Dependable is always there for you doesn’t mean you should get rid of your other dealers’ phone numbers. Unlike some of the other Types, this guy is capable of success outside of the weed game, and when he graduates he may leave you high and dry.

Calls his weed: Weed.

Catchphrase: “See you in ten minutes.”
 

april

Pickle Queen
LMFAO thank baby jesus i have the last guy

Hey before i drove i would pick up weed on my rollerblades, dude had a drive thru window,(he lived in his parents basement)
 

nog

Active Member
Dealing can make a nice guy into a nasty bastard, mr softy who does layons and then the pricks dont pay up and owe you money and plead poverty only for you to find out they have been scoring somewhere else, and have been in the pub every night this week so you get out the bat and become a nasty bastard.
 

masscom25

Well-Known Member
I've been buying from the same guy 4 the last 3 and a half years and I always pay 50 an eighth for krip without ever being cut a break and now that I'm growing my own shit now and not really having to buy from him anymore he's like my best friend now and always wanting to come over and look at my shit and he wants me to sale to him at a hookup price. Hookup price my ass! $325 an ounce is what he'll pay. The same thing he always charged me. I just find it funny that he would expect me to cut him a break when he never cut me one. Oh well.
 

poplars

Well-Known Member
I've been buying from the same guy 4 the last 3 and a half years and I always pay 50 an eighth for krip without ever being cut a break and now that I'm growing my own shit now and not really having to buy from him anymore he's like my best friend now and always wanting to come over and look at my shit and he wants me to sale to him at a hookup price. Hookup price my ass! $325 an ounce is what he'll pay. The same thing he always charged me. I just find it funny that he would expect me to cut him a break when he never cut me one. Oh well.

someone like that sounds sketchy as fuck, I would never let them see my grow.
 

masscom25

Well-Known Member
He's also my plant sitter. I go outta town at least once a month and he waters my girls while I'm gone. That's bc I trust 'em. Anyway, he's an idiot 4 thinking he gets a hookup. You get what u give.
 

mafia

Well-Known Member
I've been buying from the same guy 4 the last 3 and a half years and I always pay 50 an eighth for krip without ever being cut a break and now that I'm growing my own shit now and not really having to buy from him anymore he's like my best friend now and always wanting to come over and look at my shit and he wants me to sale to him at a hookup price. Hookup price my ass! $325 an ounce is what he'll pay. The same thing he always charged me. I just find it funny that he would expect me to cut him a break when he never cut me one. Oh well.
Got a friend who is the same way. Hes always charging $60 an eighth because he said he got taxed on it. Any time after i harvest hes asking me to y,give him some since i didnt pay for it, or he's told me to give him a qp for $1000 so he can make some money.
 
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