A Michigan dispensary got caught giving away nearly 2,000 grams of concentrate under a fake name — so in a last-ditch PR stunt straight out of a fever dream, they hosted a statewide gathering of every real Chris Peterson they could find. It didn’t prove innocence, but it did prove how far the cannabis industry will go to avoid admitting it screwed up.

Congress didn’t tighten hemp rules — they accidentally carpet-bombed the entire industry. With one sloppy amendment, they killed Delta-8, THCA, minor cannabinoids, and most CBD products. Boof du Jour breaks down the federal panic attack that turned hemp into contraband overnight.

Boof du Jour hosted a “vendor networking event.” The twist? It was a fight club for unpaid invoices. Cookies, 710 Labs, WYLD, and Trulieve faced their vendors in the ring for the first-ever Net-30 Invitational.

132 cannabis gummies. $400 in value. 869 grams on the police scale. A U.S. basketball player in Jakarta now faces life or death because of “Cop Math” — the global farce where a box of candy weighs more than human rights.

Michigan cannabis workers can now pay rent to pretend they still work in weed. Introducing BudSpace: Wi-Fi, exposed brick, no job. Just vibes.

Canncestry.com™, the cannabis DNA test from Ancestry.com, just confirmed your $65 eighth is the same Blue Dream you smoked in 2012. Turns out genetic transparency isn’t good for business.

Cannabis labs across the U.S. are inflating THC, hiding mold, and dodging regulators. Meanwhile, brands and MSOs play along to chase profits. We break down the financial rot—lab by lab, state by state.

One JuicyFields scammer is still free, still rich, and still pitching bullshit from an Airbnb in Spain. We found him. He rolled a blunt. We rolled tape.

Another fiscal year, another bullshit promise. Congress extends cannabis protections again—without real reform, without commitment, and without shame. Welcome to the Yearly Weed Divorce Clause.

We visited three Connecticut weed shops—one legal, one sketchy, one pretending to sell hemp—and met the same dealer at every single one. Welcome to the John Paul multiverse.

Columbia Care just sponsored the Tulsa Taints—the first pro team backed by a weed brand. It went exactly how you’d expect: poorly, publicly, and soaked in expired marketing buzzwords.

Inside our completely unscientific investigation into the “CBD prevents binge drinking” claim — featuring bad ideas, worse execution, and...

Boofonomics Special Report – “Cash Poor, Hope High” Edition The cannabis industry is absolutely losing its fucking mind  over the latest...

Underwritten by panic, tailored by fear, and sold by brokers who treat you like Mafia collateral. Cannabis operators across the U.S. are...

“The only certainty in hemp is that your business plan is about to get fucked.” Market Shock: 8th Circuit Delivers Legal Whiplash to Hemp...

State regulators unveil bold new strategy to make legal weed just shitty enough to lose to the plug again. Welcome to “safety.” FOR...

In a bold pivot toward nostalgia, the House aims to kill hemp-derived THC nationwide—protecting children, consolidating power, and once...

The CCC is dead. The MSOs are thrilled. And Beacon Hill just legalized corporate fuckery in broad daylight. BOSTON —  In a state where...

Filed in a haze by your disoriented correspondent, live from somewhere between certified and certified fucked. ST. LOUIS — 10:43 P.M.,...

Because your passive-aggressive ass can’t just dump them So you accidentally started dating someone who “doesn’t do weed.”  And by...

Filed from the frontlines of America’s loudest minor felony — where pop-punk met THC-O and nobody passed the drug test. SAN BERNARDINO,...

Filed From the Frontlines of Rectal Wellness I don’t know how the fuck I got here, but I’m kneeling on a velvet cushion in the middle of...

This is Hall of Flowers 2025, where cannabis culture has officially OD’d on itself. SANTA ROSA, CA  — I’m typing this with my back...

He didn’t cheat the game — he just played it a few centuries early. SEATTLE, WA  — Seth Yakatan didn’t rise through the cannabis ranks—he...

A velvet-draped launch party for genetically questionable edibles shaped like a family secret—and marketed like gospel. WEST HOLLYWOOD,...

We Didn’t Find Enlightenment—It Found Us, Lit, and Dabbed on a Flat Rock JOSHUA TREE, CA — What started as a casual podcast interview...

Wall Street delusion meets bodega weed reality as New York cannabis bros finally discover what supply and demand actually means. MARKET...

Investors stunned as Germany’s most trusted candy accidentally outperforms half the cannabis industry by simply fucking up a batch of...

Inside the recycled grift of 818 Brands, where failed LED startups and mid-tier flower get repackaged as a premium lifestyle cult for the...

Margins Are Sky-High. Patients Are Broke. And the Market Calls It “Progress.” By Boof du Jour Market Intelligence   Cannabis Industry...

With markets in freefall and retirement accounts turning to mulch, experts now recommend dumping your savings into solventless extracts...

Compiled while staring at a Cookies receipt and questioning everything Boofonomics Market Brief: Brand Hype, Retail Theft, and Berner’s...

Rewarding snitching with store credit—brought to you by people who’ve never been to a sesh. NEW YORK, NY —  In an inspired moment of...

Touted as a “celebration of opportunity,” the event featured twelve grueling events, zero follow-up support, and one lucky applicant...

If you've never seen a man openly weep while cradling a dab rig in 90-degree heat, you’ve never been to Puffcon 2025. What was once billed as a futuristic stoner utopia has now fully transitioned into a glorified vape exchange pop-up — part tech support summit, part Burning Man for broken electronics, and entirely unhinged.

By the Boof du Jour Investigative Team BROOKLYN — In what authorities are calling “the dumbest fucking scandal to ever involve...

By the Boof du Jour Investigative Team LOS ANGELES — In a stunning display of self-awareness wrapped in pure fucking delusion, California...