Okay, here's a thread of all the funny and/or dumb sh!t we've all done while stoned
- I was smoking bud with this chick... When I'm high and I'm around girls, I get really touchy feely and won't hesitate touching down there, the ass, the boobies, etc. I was rubbing one of her nipples still with her shirt on. It was funny because one of the nipples were hard and the other one wasn't. She didn't mind so that was pretty cool. If I didn't get drunk and pass out, I would have gotten laid
- I lit a ciggarette backwards and no one told me untill I smoked half way past the filter. That was the worst cigarette of my life
- I was trying to light a roach when it was in my mouth. I burnt my lips with my lighter.
- I was stoned at work(I'm a busser at a resturant). I grabbed at someone's iced-tea to fill it up, it was still 1/3 empty, I had a bad grip on it and dropped it on the biggest guy on the table and almost got my ass kicked.
- Another work moment: I filled up someone's iced-tea, but instead of leaving the cup on their table, I left the pitcher there and didn't realise it untill I walked in the swinging door.
- I was smoking a roach and lodged that sh!t in my throught while lit. That sucked. I had a sore throught from hell for a good 4 days.
I went to lean on a wall and suddenly believed the wall wasnt there and it wasnt. I was stood three feet in front of the wall apparently kicking my feet out into thing air trying to rest on it.
Going anywhere full of sober people high might be the funniest thing imaginable and for absolutely no reason, the silence is just hilarious.
Everyone is familiar with the art of "wake and bake" right? Well, when I was in highschool (graduated in 04), it was literally routine for my friends and I. It helped that my first class for two years in a row was home-ec-cooking :
Anyways, on a normal morning, I met up with my friend at the bus stop at the top of my street (yes, I rode the loser cruiser for a little bit). So I woke up, got ready for school as quick as I could, walk by my mom who was watching tv (she mentions some crap about the news), and went to the bus stop. We began our daily routine of getting blazed. This time we were blazing a blunt, but not always. So, we're getting high and stuff, waking up, etc. Our bus shows up, and our b*tchy bus driver (who would always give us sh*t about getting on the bus smelling like smoke/weed) apparently was fed up with us this time. All covertly, she radios/calls the administators at school and once we arive, they're ready to interogate us (wisely, neither my friend or I was "holding" anything). Everybody leaves the bus except for us, the administrators come in, can tell we're high as hell (smoking a blunt stank up our hands and clothes), and they take us to the office. We proceed to get in trouble, administrators acting like as*holes and everything. We end up getting suspended, and sent home...
So, my dad comes and picks me up. He was of course angry, but suprisingly had something else on his mind. He yells at me a bit, you know, normal stuff. Then, he asks me, "did you hear what happened?". "what?", I asked. He goes on, "there was some sort of terrorist attack in New York this morning". I was a bit shocked and befuddled. I then realized why my mom was glued to the tv set this morning, and how I had passed it off as nothing. Here I was getting sent home, and the rest of the school was supposedly "on lock down"... All in all, I really picked the wrong day to get in trouble. OR, the right day, depending on how you look at it. My bad behaviour was definitely in the shadow of this immense tragedy...
So, I went home, turned on the television, and watched it for the next 5 or so hours. Soaking in as much as I could about this horrible event... Altogether, it was really just one bad day. I'll never forget it.
okay, I was fully ****ed this time, but on the same day, I first thought somebody stole my wallet and I started accusing a guy and then I leff my school like coz I had classes next period, so it was pretty messed...
One time i went to my friend (who doesn't smoke weed) but his brother does. I got baked with his brothers; for the first time i smoke weed through a tomato juice can. One hit of his brother's **** is equivalent to 5 hits of regular weed.
My friend was pretty pissed but he got over it. The best part is I didn't have to pay a dime , but that was the best high i have ever been on.
I remember this dumbass that always let me fill in the bowls. I sold him a 20 sac for 30 dollars, He would let me smoke 2 bowls with him. We'd go outside at night with a few lights so it would be hard to see him. Every time I'd take the stims and seads out, I would grab a little bit of weed and set it at a dark spot next to me and out of a quarter sac, I probably got my self a dime everytime I do that. He's always like "damn, we smoked that much weed already?' And i'm like yeah. I'd let him hit it when it's cashed. When he asks if it's cashed, I'm like "hell no, there's so much in there."