“On 7/10 we don’t just dab. We transcend. Reboot. And come back speaking in terpene.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Today, we are not just sparking up. We are entering the high holy day of the Oil-Soaked, Dab-Dripped, Terp-Touched congregation known as 7/10. It’s the holiday where the concentrates come out. The rigs get blessed. And every Oil Head in the land rises like a phoenix covered in sticky resin.
Let me set the scene. It’s 7/10 morning. The sun is shining. Birds are chirping. Somewhere, a responsible adult is making breakfast. And then there’s you. You’re hunched over a torch like a medieval blacksmith forging destiny and whispering, “Just one little dab before I start my day.” Yet, knowing full well you’re about to time-travel into next Tuesday.
If 4/20 is the potluck. 7/10 is the communion. This is the day we honor the brave souls who looked at a perfectly good flower and said, “Cute. But what if we extracted its soul. Concentrated it. And inhaled it off a surface hotter than Satan’s griddle?”
Oil Heads are a special breed. We don’t cough. We ascend. We don’t get high. We interface with the divine. We don’t take a dab. We commit to the bit. And yes, 710 upside down spells OIL. This is the universe’s way of saying, “Y’all weren’t meant to be subtle.”
Every Oil Head has their own sacred traditions.
1. The Pre-Dab Pep Talk
You stand before your rig like a knight before battle. You whisper, “I’ve trained for this.” Even though you absolutely have not.
2. The Temperature Guessing Game
Is it too hot? Too cold? Will this dab taste like lemon zest and heaven? Or like licking a cast-iron skillet? Only the ancestors know.
3. The Post-Dab Existential Slide
You cough. You sweat. You briefly forget your own name. You see God. You apologize to God. You promise to do better. You immediately do not do better.
4. The Group Chat Roll Call
Everyone sends the same message in different fonts: “Bro I am so high.” “Ya’ll I’m so hiiii.” “I have transcended my body.” And finally, “Help.”
Concentrates are the overachievers of cannabis. They’re the honor-roll students. The valedictorians. The kids who did the extra credit even when the teacher said it was optional. Flower is the friend who shows up with a casserole. Oil is the friend who shows up with a flamethrower and a vision board. And it is the universe’s way of saying, “Congratulations, you’ve unlocked the advanced level of cannabis consumption. Please proceed with caution, hydration, and snacks.”
How to Celebrate 7/10 Like a True Oil Head
- Bless your rig like it’s a family heirloom.
- Take a dab the size of a lentil, not a lima bean (you’re not invincible).
- Hydrate like you’re prepping for a desert marathon.
- Have a chair nearby.
- Have a second chair nearby in case the first chair becomes emotionally overwhelming.
- Text your friends “Happy 7/10” even though none of you can currently operate a phone correctly.

So, let me leave you with this, “Oil Heads.” On this sacred 7/10, may your bangers stay seasoned. Your torches stay loyal. And your lungs stay just brave enough to pretend they didn’t see what you were about to do. May every dab you take today taste like citrus, victory, and the exact moment you realize you should’ve sat down first. May your snacks be abundant. Your water be cold. And your group chat be full of people who understand that “I’m fine” is Oil Head code for “I have briefly exited my body and am watching myself from the ceiling fan.” May your rig hit smooth. Your concentrates glisten like forbidden honey. And your soul ascend just high enough to remember why you love this ridiculous, resin-soaked community of chaos gremlins and terp scholars.
And if anyone dares judge you for celebrating 7/10 like it’s the Dab Olympics. Just smile. Flip that 710 upside down. And remind them that we don’t do this because it’s easy. We do this because flower could never. Happy 7/10 to the brave. The bold. The sweaty. The coughing. And the spiritually airborne. Happy 7/10 to the Oil Heads who dab like they’re trying to unlock a cheat code. Happy 7/10 to the ones who know that “just a little one” is the biggest lie in cannabis history.
May your day be high. Your spirit be higher. And your tolerance be absolutely nowhere to be found. May your rigs stay clean. Your temps stay low. And your soul stay high. Happy 7/10, Oil Heads! May your lungs forgive you and your snacks never run out. Mic dropped. Torch still roaring. Snacks already open. Thanks for reading! Keep dabbin.’
Affirmation: I honor my inner Oil Head. I take my dabs with courage. My snacks with gratitude. And my ascension with pride. My lungs are strong. My spirit is stronger. And today I rise like a dab taken at the perfect temp.
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