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Aongus Von Bismarck

I arrived back in Ireland last Friday for some R&R. I drove from the airport down to Galway, and was pleasantly surprised to find out that my brother had headed off to a festival with a load of his “mates”.

They arrived back this evening, and marched en masse into the house. Firstly, they looked wretched. Sickly and pale. Secondly, they were boasting about how “wrecked” and “f*cked up” they got over the weekend. I was only half listening to their obvious and dull stories about the “mad one” they had gotten up to over the weekend. My interest was piqued though when it emerged that my brother had found a large bag of weed on the ground beside their tent. They told me it was very strong “stuff”, and I should join them in the pub as they’d rolled a few to share afterwards. I politely declined their offer, as I genuinely can’t think of anything else I’d rather less do.

They showed me the bag – it’s about half a sandwich bag filled with very strong smelling dried plant material. Then, with their usual lack of imagination, they decided the best thing to do after a weekend of drinking and drug taking was to head down to the local pub on a Monday evening to drink pints, before smoking marijuana at the side of a river. These men are in their early 30’s for pity's sake!

The bag of weed is in my brother’s backpack. I’ve decided some tough love is in order, so I’m going to destroy the weed. What I want to know is what is the very approximate value of this? I’m going to make my brother make a donation to a charity of my choice – The Barretstown Camp – proportional to the value of the destroyed weed. I’m sick of him taking advantage of my Father’s generosity and living this sort of feckless existence. I don’t intend to visit the police, as he is my brother, and you cannot choose your siblings. He does need to learn a lesson though.

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Ash.J.Williams

did your monocle fall out when you saw it?

michael999999

Get a life!

c_man

We'd need to smoke it to give you an accurate appraisal of its worth.

Ruu

Did you bring any German wine to share with your brother and co?

AndonHandon

Three fiddy.

The Pheasant2

Jaysus Aongus you sound like some laugh.

Half a sandwich bag you say? To answer your question that'd be quite a lot, a couple of hundred quid at least

Aongus Von Bismarck

Ruu wrote: »

Did you bring any German wine to share with your brother and co?

No. My Father doesn't drink, and my brother's taste in wine appears to be limited to Buckfast.

Hercule Poirot

Things like this make me glad I'm an only child

GLaDOS

Is there a chance it's just oregano?

Be a shame to waste it if so.

darkpagandeath

I'm imagining a person who drinks port holds it in one hand swirling it sniffing the glass. Who also enjoys fine cheese and cigars

tomwaterford

A half sandwich bag :eek: :eek:

He'll not have the money to pay for that!!

(Going by what some people I know pays for weed...they may be getting fleeced though)

NachoBusiness

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

I don’t intend to visit the police..

Good job, as they would most likely tell you that what goes on when you're home in your own country is really none of their bloody business.

mikemac1

Are you the poster who was here a few months ago and you shamed your family for late night boozing after a wedding in a hotel lobby?

Jeez OP, with the amount of preaching and judging you do I suggest 7 years in the seminary in Maynooth

mad muffin

I wager, this is a case for the one and only, Hercule Poirot!

Buona Fortuna

Its most likely Oregano

c_man

Aongus given the recent legalisation moves in some US states, what companies/operations in the weed industry should the small-time investor start taking a look at? *passes the bong*

professore

Some people can't bear to see others enjoying themselves.

Hercule Poirot

By the way OP, if you do take that and get rid of it don't be surprised if himself and his mates beat the ever loving crap out of you...and you're going to force him to donate to charity?

You better check yourself before you wreck yourself.

Eugene Norman

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

I arrived back in Ireland last Friday for some R&R. I drove from the airport down to Galway, and was pleasantly surprised to find out that my brother had headed off to a festival with a load of his “mates”.

They arrived back this evening, and marched en masse into the house. Firstly, they looked wretched. Sickly and pale. Secondly, they were boasting about how “wrecked” and “f*cked up” they got over the weekend. I was only half listening to their obvious and dull stories about the “mad one” they had gotten up to over the weekend. My interest was piqued though when it emerged that my brother had found a large bag of weed on the ground beside their tent. They told me it was very strong “stuff”, and I should join them in the pub as they’d rolled a few to share afterwards. I politely declined their offer, as I genuinely can’t think of anything else I’d rather less do.

They showed me the bag – it’s about half a sandwich bag filled with very strong smelling dried plant material. Then, with their usual lack of imagination, they decided the best thing to do after a weekend of drinking and drug taking was to head down to the local pub on a Monday evening to drink pints, before smoking marijuana at the side of a river. These men are in their early 30’s for pity's sake!

The bag of weed is in my brother’s backpack. I’ve decided some tough love is in order, so I’m going to destroy the weed. What I want to know is what is the very approximate value of this? I’m going to make my brother make a donation to a charity of my choice – The Barretstown Camp – proportional to the value of the destroyed weed. I’m sick of him taking advantage of my Father’s generosity and living this sort of feckless existence. I don’t intend to visit the police, as he is my brother, and you cannot choose your siblings. He does need to learn a lesson though.

You should smoke all that up to relieve the stress of working to destroy the world economy with crazed financial speculation.

Egginacup

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

I arrived back in Ireland last Friday for some R&R. I drove from the airport down to Galway, and was pleasantly surprised to find out that my brother had headed off to a festival with a load of his “mates”.

They arrived back this evening, and marched en masse into the house. Firstly, they looked wretched. Sickly and pale. Secondly, they were boasting about how “wrecked” and “f*cked up” they got over the weekend. I was only half listening to their obvious and dull stories about the “mad one” they had gotten up to over the weekend. My interest was piqued though when it emerged that my brother had found a large bag of weed on the ground beside their tent. They told me it was very strong “stuff”, and I should join them in the pub as they’d rolled a few to share afterwards. I politely declined their offer, as I genuinely can’t think of anything else I’d rather less do.

They showed me the bag – it’s about half a sandwich bag filled with very strong smelling dried plant material. Then, with their usual lack of imagination, they decided the best thing to do after a weekend of drinking and drug taking was to head down to the local pub on a Monday evening to drink pints, before smoking marijuana at the side of a river. These men are in their early 30’s for pity's sake!

The bag of weed is in my brother’s backpack. I’ve decided some tough love is in order, so I’m going to destroy the weed. What I want to know is what is the very approximate value of this? I’m going to make my brother make a donation to a charity of my choice – The Barretstown Camp – proportional to the value of the destroyed weed. I’m sick of him taking advantage of my Father’s generosity and living this sort of feckless existence. I don’t intend to visit the police, as he is my brother, and you cannot choose your siblings. He does need to learn a lesson though.

Slumming it out with your ne'er do well brother and his mates in the family bog house you tried so hard to escape?

Penthouse in the Meyrick was booked out?

catallus

OP's dedication to his morals is commendable.

If only more of us were as brave, as noble, as clear-sighted.

SEPT 23 1989

Aongos get your brother to roll one up,stick on the Kraftwerk and let your mullet down for a few hours

Egginacup

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

No. My Father doesn't drink, and my brother's taste in wine appears to be limited to Buckfast.

Does buckfast taste of "minerality" like the Reisling you claim is splendid? :pac:

TheDoc

Read the OPs blog, well two posts of it.

Cringed with embarrassment for the persona your portraying haha.

osarusan

24 replies in 22 minutes (not including this post).

Not bad.

r93kaey5p2izun

I'm really surprised that such a vindictive and vengeful approach to dealing with a situation is in line with the mindfulness way of life. Hmmm.

dpofloinn

OP, You Sir are a BELL END

One eyed Jack

Aongus Von Bismarck wrote: »

These men are in their early 30’s for pity's sake!

...

He does need to learn a lesson though.

Given that they're men in their 30's, you're unlikely to teach them any lessons at this point in their lives, and when you feck off back to Germany, they'll simply carry on as before. Just dump the stuff in the river and be done with it.

Polly Sonic

Do people actually believe that story?

Egginacup

And surely a flight to a serene and gentle hideaway in say the Adriatic coast would have been cheaper and quicker than flying to Dublin and then fighting your way across the country to the Wesht (that you admittedly loathe) for your "R&R", nein?

What was wrong with a week in the Ardennes or some guesthouse in Baden?

Missed Mammy's fryups and roasted spuds as opposed to knackwurst and solvite dumplings?

:pac:

PS.....dispose of the weed. I hope your brother has a Boards account so he and his mates can tell us about the hiding they gave you, Mary Poppins.