weed stories! dont discriminate!

hehe. i dont know if the forum console memebers would like this and if they dont, i giive them full permmision to delete it, but i happen to enjoy drugs! like WEED!. what i wanna do ( and dont participate if your gonnasaa be like OHHH weeds bad for you you pot HEAD!) let me telll  you one of these funny stories i ran into...

it was about 11 o clock in the night. i was with my best friend bobs and we were just chilling at his house. then suddenlly he said,i feel like going on a walk. i was like um ok dude. so we went to the park( with a playground!). it was pretty dull, we didnt talk much and we were just walking side to side. for awhile we said nothing then i turned to talk to him but he wast there. he was sitting on the ground kinda hiding in a pine tree back a waas off . curios, i came closer to see that he whipped out a pipe and was smokming weed. i was like whoah, wtf. i had no idea he had weed and was doing it here. it was a complete surprise. so i sat down and we smoked a bowl.i got pretty messed up but he felt just ok( because he smokes more weed then me, he has a higher tolarance. suddenly, we heard a noise! the cops! we freaked out and ditched the weed and pipe in a pine tree. , then tried walking back to bobs house unnoticed. they did come by us, but they didnt stop or anything. after they were gone we went and played on the swings for who knows how long.afetr a while we started getting tired and headed back to bobs house. in the morning we got up and realized that we left the stuff back at thew park. when we got there, i swear we searched everywhere, in every fricken pine tree, there was alot! bobs got really angry, and after looking for about an hour, we heqaded back.what a crazy time *(we eventually did find the pipe and weed in one of the pines the next week when we looked for it again!

thats just 1 story. i bet you guys think thast story sucks but i like it! now tell me yours!!!

About 10 years ago, I went to visit a friend in London. He was at college doing a sound engineering course. He was only 20 at the time, away from home for the first time and was loving every minute. All of us enjoyed a good hard stoning in those days. Nothing odd there, but my friend had decided to move up a 'gear' - so to speak..

For his 20th birtheday, we decided that the birthday challenge should be having to do 20 'Hot knives' Hot Knives for those who dont know, are where you take a glass bottle and break the bottom off. Take two kitchen knives and heat them until RED hot with a blow torch. Between the two knives places a lump of resin. Place the knives in the open bottom of the bottle and press them together gently. The bottle fills with thick smoke and you take it down in one. This can be painful, unpleasant and is not a highly reccomended way of smoking!!

He rose to the challenge, downing 19 hot knives. He looked pretty sick at the end of it, but what about the 20th?? We were out of gear. Frantiaclly everyone got on their hands and knees and scoured the carpet for lumps and blims that may have fallen from smouldering spliffs. I saved the day, and found a very respectable lump. Hastily the final Hot Kife was prepared. My friend took a lung full of the thick smoke and then collapsed into the worst coughing fit I had ever heard a smoker succomb to. Indeed, so bad was the coughing fit that he was still coughing two hours later, after having thrown up violently.

He didn't speak to me for a few days. Apparently the lump of dope I had found had not been dope at all. It was rubber..

Weed? Well, I used to work for this landscaper back in Michigan in the late 70's. I was getting about $5.00 an hour under the table, pretty good money in those days. The work was grueling, bleeding fingers, sweat in the eyes, totally ruining some great Nike sneakers. Long hours, man, I'll tell ya. Sun up to sundown. Oh the weeds, f**k man, I pulled so many weeds, millions I'll bet. Now this was before weed whackers were common. For the big tough weeds in an open field, we used those freaking Reaper styled scythes. You gotta swing 'em in a good arc to cut through that stuff. I don't know about you guys that are so into weed, man. It's too hard, too much work for me. Why else would the US government spend so much money trying to keep weed from coming into the country? The freaking weeds ruin gardens, man, really. I've seen beautiful gardens totally wrecked by the evil weed. I say we should all do are part in stopping weed production. The only part I don't get is why anyone would want to smuggle weeds into the country. There's plenty everywhere I go. Buy some Round-up, man, kill those weeds.

This happend about 30 years ago. 

I had cat named Gandalf. He was a siamese and alley cat mix, huge about 15-18 lbs all muscle. Anyway he loved the smell and taste of weed.  Whenever anyone brought any over you had to give Gandalf a piece or he would stick his face in it all night long.  One time he grabbed the whole baggie and took off with it.  I thought the funniest thing he did is when my roomate and I were smoking a joint  and we were using those hemostat roach clips.  (AKA as forceps. They look like scissors that locks or clamps.) Anyway my roomate was talking and talking like you do when you get really buzzed holding the roach clip.  The thing had probably not been lit for 10-15 minutes but it was still pretty good sized.  All of a sudden the cat jumped up in his lap pulled the hemostats down with both front paws and bit the roach off the end and took off.  We sat there laughing about that for an hour.   

Eddy wrote: hehe. i dont know if the forum console memebers would like this and if they dont, i giive them full permmision to delete it, but i happen to enjoy drugs! like WEED!. what i wanna do ( and dont participate if your gonnasaa be like OHHH weeds bad for you you pot HEAD!) let me telll  you one of these funny stories i ran into... it was about 11 o clock in the night. i was with my best friend bobs and we were just chilling at his house. then suddenlly he said,i feel like going on a walk. i was like um ok dude. so we went to the park( with a playground!). it was pretty dull, we didnt talk much and we were just walking side to side. for awhile we said nothing then i turned to talk to him but he wast there. he was sitting on the ground kinda hiding in a pine tree back a waas off . curios, i came closer to see that he whipped out a pipe and was smokming weed. i was like whoah, wtf. i had no idea he had weed and was doing it here. it was a complete surprise. so i sat down and we smoked a bowl.i got pretty messed up but he felt just ok( because he smokes more weed then me, he has a higher tolarance. suddenly, we heard a noise! the cops! we freaked out and ditched the weed and pipe in a pine tree. , then tried walking back to bobs house unnoticed. they did come by us, but they didnt stop or anything. after they were gone we went and played on the swings for who knows how long.afetr a while we started getting tired and headed back to bobs house. in the morning we got up and realized that we left the stuff back at thew park. when we got there, i swear we searched everywhere, in every fricken pine tree, there was alot! bobs got really angry, and after looking for about an hour, we heqaded back.what a crazy time *(we eventually did find the pipe and weed in one of the pines the next week when we looked for it again! thats just 1 story. i bet you guys think thast story sucks but i like it! now tell me yours!!!

Great story Eddy, the bizaare spelling just makes it better!

Feel like I have been trippin' just reading that!

hheehe funny guys funny

garon i dont fully understand your comment. we were walking and he pulle dout his pipe and smstarted smoking when i was still walking!

Eddy Here is your exact quote:

 it was pretty dull, we didnt talk much and we were just walking side to side. for awhile we said nothing then i turned to talk to him but he wast there.

It makes it seem like you thought he was walking beside you but he wasn't. That you didn't notice that he left is why I said what I said.

tuxon wrote: I take offence to the next reply on this thread, for it has nothing to do with the posts related to matters of no consequence.

What question will stum a stoner everytime??

Wait for it

wait some more

OK I've lost all the stoners by now

the Question is:

WHAT WERE WE JUST TALKING ABOUT?????

garion: i guess i know what you meen. i kinda wasnt paying atention when we were walking hell i dont tremmeber..

now on with the stoires!