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!!!

Well Eddy-my story sucks worse so don't worry.

I tried pot once and after taking a hit off of my friend's pipe I cough, choked and gagged for what seem like the next 2 or so minutes until I nearly vomited. Needless to say I don't smoke. I just can't see the fun in trying to build a tolerance for something that was so hard on my lungs. My only poison is liquor and I get myself into enough trouble with that, thank you.

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..

^ewww...petroleum hash!

I don't have many classic weed stories. There was once when a friend of mine kept swallowing his hits while inhaling, and then burped smoke for hours.

Acid, on the other hand...I could write volumes...

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.

Eddy wrote: 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.

Eddy,

Isn't a little disturbing that you thought he was walking beside you and he wasn't there BEFORE you started smoking?

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.   

James Lee wrote: ^ewww...petroleum hash! I don't have many classic weed stories. There was once when a friend of mine kept swallowing his hits while inhaling, and then burped smoke for hours. Acid, on the other hand...I could write volumes...

Acid. Oh yes indeed. The stories I could tell. A pond becoming a portal into another world. My reflection in the mirror vanishing. King Kong climbing over my neighbours fence. My friend trying to take his lawn mower to the pub...in his boxer shorts (we stopped him..just) Having to calm my techno obsessed friend down with a Hendrix album. He hated Hendrix, but that night said that he felt the music had been recorded by God..for him...

Middle age is actually quite nice.  Sorry to digress from weedy tales, but hey its related!

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!

Blacksword wrote: ^ King Kong climbing over my neighbours fence. ust)

My God how big is your neighbors fence?

Blacksword wrote: My friend trying to take his lawn mower to the pub...in his boxer shorts (we stopped him..j

That wouldn't have been Reed lover would it? 

Sweetnighter wrote: Reed lover? Don't you mean Weed lover?

Sure do, Speedsnorter!

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 wrote: 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!

hehe, snort o hunnerstannin dhis,hehehe, skinda eazeew heny ou piere intoh ist iny mind!

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.

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.

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?????

I think I'd just said:

Garion My Wayward Son.

The rest is kinda hazy.

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!

Two days after the operation is implemented, the disciples begin to return. Jesus, waiting at the door, lets in each disciple: "Who is it?" "It's Mark" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Mark?" "Marijuana from Colombia" "Very well son, come in."

Another soft knock is heard. "Who is it?" "It's Matthew" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Matthew?" "Cocaine from Bolivia" "Very well son, come in."

At the next knock Jesus asks, "Who is it?" "It's John" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring John?" "Crack from New York" "Very well son, come in."

Someone starts pounding on the door. "Who is it?" "It's Judas" Jesus opens the door. "What did you bring Judas?"

 "FREEZE! BEARDBOY! THIS IS THE FBI!"

Jezu swas wurried a boutt he drug eppidamic play gingt he worrld. Hehehe. In a neffort to solf this dilemma he deicided tha ta few postlles...................

Just thought I'd translate some of it for you Eddy!

I was high leaving a resteraunt one time and tried to get into someone elses car I thought was my friends I was supposed to be in

Go to "best buy" high it's fuuuuuuun

I also call Chicken "Chickens" after deciding that one was sooooo good that they deserve to have an "s" added at the end.

The saying "men eat turkey, b*tch*s eat cheese" came up one time whall high 

Garion81 wrote: Blacksword wrote: ^ King Kong climbing over my neighbours fence. ust) My God how big is your neighbors fence?   Blacksword wrote: My friend trying to take his lawn mower to the pub...in his boxer shorts (we stopped him..j That wouldn't have been Reed lover would it?

The fence was standard fence size, it was the gorilla that was small. About the size of large bush (which is actually what it was)

Definately not Reed  My friend hated prog, and emigrated to Canada shortly after his acid daze came to an end. 3000 miles does not blur the memory though, and we dont let him forget.

I don't do anything that needs to be smoked.... but this was cute

In my country it is legal!

HEEHEEHEEEEEHEHEHEHEE AARRRGH  *COUGH* *COUGH*

I think I like weed, but I don't like hash (is this an English word too?), it makes me hallucinate.

A true story involving acid:

Many years ago (about 20 or so) when I still lived in my home city of Liverpool, one of my best friends was one of the original Liverpool hippies, a gentle giant of a man with an enormous appetite for altered states. I went to a party with him one night, he was on acid and I wasn't (although I was getting intimate with a bong). We were sitting in a room looking at a poster of Jimi Hendrix, the great man bedecked in a white suit and a white hat. The door to the room opened, and in walked a black guy I vaguely knew who happened to be wearing a white suit. My friend looked from the poster to the guy who just walked in, stood up, pointed with a trembling hand and said "You're dead!" Not unnaturally, the poor guy felt a bit threatened and it looked like things could turn nasty for a minute, but I was just about able to figure out what was happening. I explained what was happening as well as I could, and when the large hairy one started gibbering about the ghost of Hendrix he saw the funny side of it.  It was only about a week later that I finally convinced my friend that he hadn't communed with the spirit of a dead rock star.

And the moral is: never go to a Toxteth party with a big hairy acid tripper.

I don't like drugs, seen too many friends end like plants to take the risk, but a few years ago I was driving to Cerro de Pasco, a minning city at 15,000 feet over sea level, the company to avoid expenses didn't allowed me to take a bodyguard (even when I was going to see a legal problem), so I had to drive 8 hours.

When I crossed Ticlio (The highest railroad cross in the whole world, even higher than Cerro de Pasco) I started to feel altitude sickness, a hard headache and a lot of nausea (even when normally altitude doesn't affect me) maybe I felt so bad because it was snowing ande terribly cold.

I stopped to go to the bathroom (You can imagine how hard it was in that cold) and a when I was going back to the car a trucker told me I was with a healthy green collor , and reccomend me to go to a little hut where the owner had something for altitude sickness.

Without taking my cigarrette out of the mouth (Yes I know, I'm stupid), I entered to the hut and the woman, a native indian served me a glass of something brown and hot, I felt so terrible that I didn't care (The liquid was brown because the glass was never washed) and drank that thing that tasted like $hit).

It was like magic, one minute after the headache was gone and so the nausea, so I started to drive, but after a few minutes everything was bright, the cars in the highway seemed to dance and the snow had multiple collors.

I knew I couldn't drive in that state, so returned to the hut and asked the woman what in the hell she gave me, she told me it was Rum, Pisco (Peruvian drink very high in alcohol), cafeine, and San Pedro (A cactus that if boiled is like Peyote) all that boiled with coca leaves (not cocaine thanks to God).  My heart started to beat at 150 or 160, it was terrible, I felt death and panic.

She told me all the truckers had a glass of that crap to drive all night, now I understand why there are so many accidents.

After two or three hours I was drive to the next town and drink five liters of water, but sadly the headacke was back.

So as you imagine I don't have good experience with drugs.

Iván

ivan..

That sounds like a truly grim experience. All drugs including alcohol have a time and place. Driving is not the best time and place to idulge in any drug in any amount. You had effectivly been 'spiked', but had you taken this sh!tty substance in a relaxed social situation you may have really enjoyed it.

You may argue that NO illicit substance should ever be enjoyed, but the reality is, that for as long as these substances exist there will be a number of people who want to use them. If there is a demand there will be a supply. All people, who choose to use, can do is to be as safe as they can.

I agree Blacksword, but that cocktail could have killed an elephant, the wooman is mixing two liquors, caffeine, one hallucinogen like San Pedro (Almost like Mezcal or Peyote) plus coca leaves that speeds you, if I ghad a weak heart, this thing could had killed me, specially when the heart has already 10 times the normal effort at 16,000 feet over sea level (Think is like 3 or 4 times Denver.

But living in Perú where Cocain costs 2 bucks the gram (90% pure) kids use to abuse of this thing. A few years ago a wrestler from WWF came to Lima and asked for cocaine, he gave something like US $50.00 that in USA would have been two grams of weak (mixed with wgite powders) cocaine, but in Perú it's almostr like 25 Grams of ultra strong 90% pure cocaine.

The guy started his party with some girls and waked (not exactly waked)  in the coroner's table.

I smoked a couple of joints when a kid (before I was 18) but really never worked too much on me except one time I mixed it with alcohol and it was spooky, so I never used that thing any more.

But some friends started to use cocaine and when out of money ended with pasta (A paste made with cocaine leftovers and mixed with kerosyn, highly adictive and kills your brain in less than 2 weeks), it costs a few cents the cicarrette (It's mixed with a normal cigarrette and smoked).

Those guys are like zombies today, dressed in drags, stealing from their family and friends or asking for money in the streets, that's why i don't like drugs.

I also know a couple of social users that sniff some cocaine on parties and even others who use it widely but only Friday and Saturday, but seen a couple who one day  lost control and wasted their lives.

That's another reason why I don't believe in drugs.

Iván

It is true that drugs illicit horror stories as well as amuzing ones. Unfortunately, not all people are capable of enjoying various substances responsibly, w/o imposing ill effects on the lives of themselves and others. I think a good time can be had for all who can manage to suppress tendencies of overdoing it. If I were driving a two-lane highway at 3 in the morning, I would much rather come upon (in the oncoming lane) a person that was high on weed than one that was drunk.

Anyway, I always find first time highs on weed interesting.

I had snuck off in the woods with a group of friends to try it, for the fourth or fifth time. The previous times I coughed a lot and thought it tasted horrible, but was very curious as to why so many people liked it. That time I found out. I was sitting down while we smoked. I thought once again, NOTHING. Then I stood up. I got my first rush, then suddenly the sky and trees were unbelievably beautiful in a way I had never noticed before. I just stood there looking around, listening to the birds. We all ended up at a nearby burger joint eating cheeseburgers and laughing uncontrollably.

My comment was not intended to be an endorsement of driving while high on anything. I too would rather any oncoming drivers be straight. What I meant, was that I think weed is the lesser of the two evils of alcohol and weed where driving is concerned. I think the drunk is more likely to have a head-on collision than a pot head. On the other hand, if you are coming up behind the pot head, I hope his tail lights work b/c he/she may driving very slowly.

ivan_2068 wrote: I agree Blacksword, but that cocktail could have killed an elephant, the wooman is mixing two liquors, caffeine, one hallucinogen like San Pedro (Almost like Mezcal or Peyote) plus coca leaves that speeds you, if I ghad a weak heart, this thing could had killed me, specially when the heart has already 10 times the normal effort at 16,000 feet over sea level (Think is like 3 or 4 times Denver. But living in Perú where Cocain costs 2 bucks the gram (90% pure) kids use to abuse of this thing. A few years ago a wrestler from WWF came to Lima and asked for cocaine, he gave something like US $50.00 that in USA would have been two grams of weak (mixed with wgite powders) cocaine, but in Perú it's almostr like 25 Grams of ultra strong 90% pure cocaine. The guy started his party with some girls and waked (not exactly waked)  in the coroner's table. I smoked a couple of joints when a kid (before I was 18) but really never worked too much on me except one time I mixed it with alcohol and it was spooky, so I never used that thing any more. But some friends started to use cocaine and when out of money ended with pasta (A paste made with cocaine leftovers and mixed with kerosyn, highly adictive and kills your brain in less than 2 weeks), it costs a few cents the cicarrette (It's mixed with a normal cigarrette and smoked). Those guys are like zombies today, dressed in drags, stealing from their family and friends or asking for money in the streets, that's why i don't like drugs. I also know a couple of social users that sniff some cocaine on parties and even others who use it widely but only Friday and Saturday, but seen a couple who one day  lost control and wasted their lives. That's another reason why I don't believe in drugs. Iván

Drug use can certainly lead to tragedy. I've known many pot smokers for many years, and I indulged quite heavily in numerous things when I was younger. I have known people to completly lose it on hallucinogens, and screw their life up on weed. Depression, inability to hold down jobs or relationships etc..

I regard drugs as being on the same level as drink, in that there are drugs that I would use and those I wouldn't, there are drinks I like and those I know will f**k with my head and body badly. In the case of both there aretwo things you can do; abstain, or indulge only in moderation. There are times when niether are appropriate; when driving, when around children.

We can chuckle about our past drug experiences, but I would never encourage a teenager to do what I done. I've turned out ok - wierd taste in music  but not everyone is ok with just a single dose of Acid. For some thats all it takes to unlock a very deep rooted mental problem, just waiting to surface. However hypocritical it may seem, I hate the idea of a kid getting into that.