Post by Scooby52 on Feb 24, 2006 2:28:51 GMT -5
just for old times sake for smoking "i pop this thread cherry " 
these are weed stories Ive had and ones i found on the Internet. post Ur stories that are funny it doesn't have to be drug related.
My footsteps carried me across the great hall, where without thinking, I automatically sat down and pulled out a notebook to take notes in. After class, I went home and began doing my homework as usual, under the ever-watchful eye of my father. Little did I know that later that day, my entire life was about to change. Later that evening my parents left the house and my friends came over...
"So," came the prodding voice of my friend's girlfriend, "I want to know why you won't smoke."
I replied with a simple, "I smoke." She shook her head in disagreement, as I obviously misunderstood her.
"No, I mean WEED."
"Uh, because I like my brain cells?"
"But I mean, you won't even try it just once?"
This was where my journey began. I wasn't really sure what choice to make. Do I say "Yes"? Do I say "No"? After all, it's only one time, what could it hurt? What if I get hooked on it though? However, I HAVE always said things shouldn't be judged without at least giving them a try first. So I made the decision that gave me more immediate, quick-to-please options.
"Yeah, sure. I'll try it at least once." The knowing smiles on all my friends' faces was a little unnerving, yet calming at the same time. A slow ten minutes had passed by before someone finally shouted, "OKAY, WE'RE READY!"
They let me have what they called "greens" or "first hit". I took in a puff of smoke and swallowed, not really knowing what to... my lungs were BURNING! For the first few seconds they held that smoky cloud, the only thing on my mind was... WATER!! I. NEED. WATER!!! My coughing could be heard throughout the neighborhood, I was certain. Finally someone handed me something to drink and the pain subsided.
"So," I said as nonchalantly as possible, "how long is this supposed to take before I feel anything?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I couldn't remember what I'd said, or how long ago I'd said it. Next to immediately, everyone around me seemed as if they were approaching me from a dream.
"Dude, you all right?" asked one of my friends with a genuinely concerned look on his face. Damn he looked funny! His eyebrows were all scrunched up together into the bridge of his nose, and the wide eyes he had pointing towards me were absolutely hilarious. I couldn't keep myself from laughing. I must have sat there for weeks laughing at his face while he looked back at me seriously wondering if I was okay or not.
"Yo man, this stuff's the SHIIIIT..." I said, in what was easily the goofiest voice I'd ever used. "Oh, man! You know what'd be GREAT right now? Like, some noodles! With like, a creamy garlic sauce? Oooh, or popcorn! No! No, I got it. Ok, you guys ready for this? Kettle. Corn. Yeah man, kettle corn!"
From miles away I heard one of my friends chuckling. "Heh, heh litte bro's
got the munchies, yo."
"Hells yeah, I got the munchies! Food sounds fuckin' great right now!"
After I'd had a sufficient amount of pasta, popcorn, and various TV dinners, I found myself completely exhausted. My parents weren't home yet, but my friends had all already left at some point during my ass getting kicked at Magic: The Gathering. Or maybe they left during that Wizard of Oz thing they were talking about, I wasn't really sure. All I was sure about was that I was wiped. I went to bed, and had the best night's sleep I'd ever had in my life.
My friend and I were on vacation in Colorado and we smoked a lot of weed and walked into an ice cream shop. At this point I was trippin balls and was hanging on to this bookshelf, I started to swing back and forth with the shelf having a good time and closed my eyes and out of no where something hairy hit me in the head, then something hard hit me in the head. I woke up laying on the floor of an ice cream shop completely full of people and my friend said "Let's get out of here" and he helped me up and we go sit outside. My friend says "Dude, you hit your head on a little girl then ran into a wall." That was the highest I have ever been.
100% true I know for me, when I smoke, I tend to forget things. Well, one thing I will never forget is the first time that I got high. I was with three of my now closest friends, and I was driving and they asked me if I wanted to try some. I never really wanted to try it. I was one of those good kids who was against it, but I decided that I would. They told me that I was about to smoke some $100 nuggs. I had no idea what that was, but I did what they told me to. It took me a while to finally inhale right, but I got it. Well the funny part is, we were driving down the road by my house, which has lots of corners, and I said "I feel like I'm in a video game!" When I turned the wheel it seemed like it took forever for the car to finally turn. I honestly felt like I was playing one of those car games at Wal-Mart. Then I was gonna stop for a red light, but I stopped two blocks early because I thought I was already to the light. While we were driving, the girls kept saying that I was gonna kill them, and my response to that was "Its ok we have three lives, and we haven't died yet." They were all in the car freakin out, then they really started to freak when they noticed that some car was following us. I was scared to death that it was the cops and no matter where I turned they kept following me. I was so scared I pulled the car over and almost started crying.
The car past and it was just a bunch of old folks.. Some how, when ever we smoke with new people, that story comes up. Now NO ONE lets me drive. I would love to get a high like the first time I smoked, but I doubt it. That's why I will always remember the first time I got stoned.
I think the best thing about smoking is the people that you are around when you do it. I am fortunate enough to have some kick ass, laid back, hilarious friends. This particular time i recall pertains to my friend Joe, the whole fucking group was there or atleast thats what we all decided because everybody was to fucking fried to remember who actually witnessed this event. It was a normal friday night, or atlwast i think it was friday- hell who cares- anyways, we were chillin in the Isuzu Trooper driving, toking, you know normal routine just cruising and after a while we all got stoned as shit and we were driving in a normal residential neighborhood. My friend Joe, who we all decided was the most responsible to drive, well yeah he was four blunts deep into his high and i the co-pilot had more than enough to be considered quote unquote "spaced out". So we were cruising and listening to hed pe's broke album, and like i said we were driving in a normal neighborhood and something told me to snap out of it and i realized that we had come to a complete stop or maybe we had been stopped for a while couldnt tell. We were in the middle of the street STOPPED, i look at Joe and ask him what hes doing and he snaps out of it too looks up and says "Oh shit" and starts laughing. I dont get it but i laugh anyways cuz im stoned then he points at the mailbox right up ahead on the right side of the road. Well wouldnt you know it that mailbox was red and my stoner friend there mistook it for a stop sign. How on earth could someone mistake a mailbox for a stop sign-who knows- but my friend joe will forever go into the stoner hall of fame for that. Who buys a red mailbox anyways?
Ok ok, this is the deal. This is the best time I've ever had while I was high. I had a joint and a bowl pack of some of the best shit I've ever smoked in my life. My friend and I had to walk out like a fucking mile to do it in order to not get caught but it was well worth the wait. We smoked all of it and I got so fucking high. After that, we had walked back out to his neighborhood to go back to his house but then we decided to make a pit-stop at his friend's house Matt.
We got there and we were so baked...we played football for like an hour and afterwards the kid threw the football at my sac, he ran away scared so I took his ball and hucked it in the woods. He hasn't found it since. His parents had nooo clue. We had dinner with them and they couldn't tell. We snacked out even more afterwards. Then we played Xbox for like an hour..then I almost passed out. I was feeling so tingly. I went home and had one of those sleeps where you wanna jerk off and pass out to but I was still so stonned...that was my best time ever getting high.
these are weed stories Ive had and ones i found on the Internet. post Ur stories that are funny it doesn't have to be drug related. My footsteps carried me across the great hall, where without thinking, I automatically sat down and pulled out a notebook to take notes in. After class, I went home and began doing my homework as usual, under the ever-watchful eye of my father. Little did I know that later that day, my entire life was about to change. Later that evening my parents left the house and my friends came over... "So," came the prodding voice of my friend's girlfriend, "I want to know why you won't smoke."
I replied with a simple, "I smoke." She shook her head in disagreement, as I obviously misunderstood her.
"No, I mean WEED."
"Uh, because I like my brain cells?"
"But I mean, you won't even try it just once?"
This was where my journey began. I wasn't really sure what choice to make. Do I say "Yes"? Do I say "No"? After all, it's only one time, what could it hurt? What if I get hooked on it though? However, I HAVE always said things shouldn't be judged without at least giving them a try first. So I made the decision that gave me more immediate, quick-to-please options.
"Yeah, sure. I'll try it at least once." The knowing smiles on all my friends' faces was a little unnerving, yet calming at the same time. A slow ten minutes had passed by before someone finally shouted, "OKAY, WE'RE READY!"
They let me have what they called "greens" or "first hit". I took in a puff of smoke and swallowed, not really knowing what to... my lungs were BURNING! For the first few seconds they held that smoky cloud, the only thing on my mind was... WATER!! I. NEED. WATER!!! My coughing could be heard throughout the neighborhood, I was certain. Finally someone handed me something to drink and the pain subsided.
"So," I said as nonchalantly as possible, "how long is this supposed to take before I feel anything?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I couldn't remember what I'd said, or how long ago I'd said it. Next to immediately, everyone around me seemed as if they were approaching me from a dream.
"Dude, you all right?" asked one of my friends with a genuinely concerned look on his face. Damn he looked funny! His eyebrows were all scrunched up together into the bridge of his nose, and the wide eyes he had pointing towards me were absolutely hilarious. I couldn't keep myself from laughing. I must have sat there for weeks laughing at his face while he looked back at me seriously wondering if I was okay or not.
"Yo man, this stuff's the SHIIIIT..." I said, in what was easily the goofiest voice I'd ever used. "Oh, man! You know what'd be GREAT right now? Like, some noodles! With like, a creamy garlic sauce? Oooh, or popcorn! No! No, I got it. Ok, you guys ready for this? Kettle. Corn. Yeah man, kettle corn!"
From miles away I heard one of my friends chuckling. "Heh, heh litte bro's
got the munchies, yo."
"Hells yeah, I got the munchies! Food sounds fuckin' great right now!"
After I'd had a sufficient amount of pasta, popcorn, and various TV dinners, I found myself completely exhausted. My parents weren't home yet, but my friends had all already left at some point during my ass getting kicked at Magic: The Gathering. Or maybe they left during that Wizard of Oz thing they were talking about, I wasn't really sure. All I was sure about was that I was wiped. I went to bed, and had the best night's sleep I'd ever had in my life.
My friend and I were on vacation in Colorado and we smoked a lot of weed and walked into an ice cream shop. At this point I was trippin balls and was hanging on to this bookshelf, I started to swing back and forth with the shelf having a good time and closed my eyes and out of no where something hairy hit me in the head, then something hard hit me in the head. I woke up laying on the floor of an ice cream shop completely full of people and my friend said "Let's get out of here" and he helped me up and we go sit outside. My friend says "Dude, you hit your head on a little girl then ran into a wall." That was the highest I have ever been. 100% true I know for me, when I smoke, I tend to forget things. Well, one thing I will never forget is the first time that I got high. I was with three of my now closest friends, and I was driving and they asked me if I wanted to try some. I never really wanted to try it. I was one of those good kids who was against it, but I decided that I would. They told me that I was about to smoke some $100 nuggs. I had no idea what that was, but I did what they told me to. It took me a while to finally inhale right, but I got it. Well the funny part is, we were driving down the road by my house, which has lots of corners, and I said "I feel like I'm in a video game!" When I turned the wheel it seemed like it took forever for the car to finally turn. I honestly felt like I was playing one of those car games at Wal-Mart. Then I was gonna stop for a red light, but I stopped two blocks early because I thought I was already to the light. While we were driving, the girls kept saying that I was gonna kill them, and my response to that was "Its ok we have three lives, and we haven't died yet." They were all in the car freakin out, then they really started to freak when they noticed that some car was following us. I was scared to death that it was the cops and no matter where I turned they kept following me. I was so scared I pulled the car over and almost started crying. The car past and it was just a bunch of old folks.. Some how, when ever we smoke with new people, that story comes up. Now NO ONE lets me drive. I would love to get a high like the first time I smoked, but I doubt it. That's why I will always remember the first time I got stoned.
I think the best thing about smoking is the people that you are around when you do it. I am fortunate enough to have some kick ass, laid back, hilarious friends. This particular time i recall pertains to my friend Joe, the whole fucking group was there or atleast thats what we all decided because everybody was to fucking fried to remember who actually witnessed this event. It was a normal friday night, or atlwast i think it was friday- hell who cares- anyways, we were chillin in the Isuzu Trooper driving, toking, you know normal routine just cruising and after a while we all got stoned as shit and we were driving in a normal residential neighborhood. My friend Joe, who we all decided was the most responsible to drive, well yeah he was four blunts deep into his high and i the co-pilot had more than enough to be considered quote unquote "spaced out". So we were cruising and listening to hed pe's broke album, and like i said we were driving in a normal neighborhood and something told me to snap out of it and i realized that we had come to a complete stop or maybe we had been stopped for a while couldnt tell. We were in the middle of the street STOPPED, i look at Joe and ask him what hes doing and he snaps out of it too looks up and says "Oh shit" and starts laughing. I dont get it but i laugh anyways cuz im stoned then he points at the mailbox right up ahead on the right side of the road. Well wouldnt you know it that mailbox was red and my stoner friend there mistook it for a stop sign. How on earth could someone mistake a mailbox for a stop sign-who knows- but my friend joe will forever go into the stoner hall of fame for that. Who buys a red mailbox anyways? Ok ok, this is the deal. This is the best time I've ever had while I was high. I had a joint and a bowl pack of some of the best shit I've ever smoked in my life. My friend and I had to walk out like a fucking mile to do it in order to not get caught but it was well worth the wait. We smoked all of it and I got so fucking high. After that, we had walked back out to his neighborhood to go back to his house but then we decided to make a pit-stop at his friend's house Matt.We got there and we were so baked...we played football for like an hour and afterwards the kid threw the football at my sac, he ran away scared so I took his ball and hucked it in the woods. He hasn't found it since. His parents had nooo clue. We had dinner with them and they couldn't tell. We snacked out even more afterwards. Then we played Xbox for like an hour..then I almost passed out. I was feeling so tingly. I went home and had one of those sleeps where you wanna jerk off and pass out to but I was still so stonned...that was my best time ever getting high.
