DFW Beer and Wine Convenience Store

08/19/2026

We know, you thought we had it all! Not just yet 😉 Japanese Pokémon cards are here!!

07/22/2026

Just when you thought we had it all!!
All flavors of 3D ice creams back in stock 😋

07/03/2026

06/19/2026

If you missed this opportunity previously, this is your final chance for the year. Limited quantities available. Cheers 🍻

06/05/2026

Busch apple 🍎 24oz in stock! Limited quantity till supplies last !!

05/22/2026

Back in stock!!

05/16/2026

It’s here!! If you know you know 😉

05/08/2026

While supplies last!!

04/10/2026

Back to Business!!

04/01/2026

Did you smell pot last night? That was not just h**p in the air. That was history.

At exactly 12:00 am, across this vast and freedom loving state, smoke shops scrambled like it was the final scene of a Western. H**p flower, THCA buds, pre rolls stacked to the ceiling suddenly transformed from cash crop to contraband. Some boxed it up. Some burned it. Some stared at it like it had personally betrayed them. Texas drew a line in the sand and said, not here. Not like this.

The Texas Department of State Health Services quietly redefined the rules. THCA now counts toward total THC. Which now means most smokable h**p products are finished. Apparently, you can still sip your THC in a drink. You can nibble it in a gummy. But you may not light it and watch it drift into the night sky. Apparently, smoke is where the state draws the moral boundary.

Of course, some are cheering… “law and order!” Running their victory lap… Others are staring at empty display cases wondering how rent gets paid next month. And here in Princeton, let us be honest. What exactly is left to do on a Friday night?

For years, this town has had two booming industries. Rapid development and v**e shops. You could not throw a rock without hitting a new subdivision or a neon sign promising Delta, clouds, and a loyalty punch card. Now one of those pillars just got kicked out from under Main Street. So what happens next?

The optimists say this is a win for public safety. The skeptics say it is a win for citations. Because ma*****na in Texas remains illegal. Always has been. And when you remove the legal h**p smokes that blurred the lines, every whiff in the wind becomes a question. Every traffic stop becomes a sniff test. Every porch hangout risks becoming an investigative opportunity. Princeton police will not need a crystal ball. Just a nose.

Let us not pretend this will land quietly. This community splits right down the middle. Half will say good riddance. The other half will say government overreach dressed up as public health. And somewhere in between are business owners who followed the law as written, only to discover that definitions can change overnight.

That is the real story. Not the smoke. The shift. One minute you are compliant. The next minute you are illegal. No vote in your mailbox. No dramatic floor debate you watched on cable. Just a regulatory pivot and a ticking clock.

And so, at midnight, Texas exhaled. Princeton woke up this morning slightly quieter. Fewer clouds above the strip centers. Fewer customers wandering in for a pre roll and a conversation. A little more uncertainty. A little more tension. The question now is simple… If there is nothing to do but smoke, and now you cannot smoke, what exactly is the plan?

History will remember the night the h**p went dark. Some will toast it. Some will mourn it. Everyone will remember it. And if you caught a strange scent in the air last night, do not worry. That was just Texas making a statement.

-The Princeton Onion