Iceo
02-13-2005, 10:04 PM
Seems as if every peice or pipe i've owned so far has had an interesting story behind it. Almost like a story that has brought it into my hands each day that I smoke it. So different from a friend?
Share your peices stories.
I'll tell yah the story about my current peice Old Blue. (image attached)
Well old blue was born one night me and my bro alan got bored staying up late night, had a sack of weed and a light, but no fuckin peice or rolling papers. At this point in our lives we kind of believed in god and felt rolling bible joints was wrong, so we had to resort to a makeshift peice. This wast going to be any makeshift peice though due to the fact that we were sick of having to scavenge up a new peice every night to smoke out of.
So i put my senses together and created what you see here in this picture. We named him old blue in honor of cememorating our last peice, sasafras(named after the wood we carved it out of) was thrown out of our window by a girl in our car while the cops were following us. (I later slapped her.)
Anyways You smoke out of old blue when your... why "feeling blue." Corny right?
So me and old blue got seperated a few times one time when the cops showed up to this party and this kid ganked it from me. But do you believe i just got it back last night. Smoking out of it right now. Another time i had to let my freind take it cause my parents knew i was smoking and had called the cops on me. Do you believe that. Is that really my life? Yes.
Sorry to ramble, im blazed as hell. Thought i'd let a couple a stoners into my life for a couple minutes and relate. Relating has just become important to me. I think some of you guys understand the importance of relating due to human nature and all of that nonsense. Fuck me freddy i have a hangover and im tired.
Night.
Share your peices stories.
I'll tell yah the story about my current peice Old Blue. (image attached)
Well old blue was born one night me and my bro alan got bored staying up late night, had a sack of weed and a light, but no fuckin peice or rolling papers. At this point in our lives we kind of believed in god and felt rolling bible joints was wrong, so we had to resort to a makeshift peice. This wast going to be any makeshift peice though due to the fact that we were sick of having to scavenge up a new peice every night to smoke out of.
So i put my senses together and created what you see here in this picture. We named him old blue in honor of cememorating our last peice, sasafras(named after the wood we carved it out of) was thrown out of our window by a girl in our car while the cops were following us. (I later slapped her.)
Anyways You smoke out of old blue when your... why "feeling blue." Corny right?
So me and old blue got seperated a few times one time when the cops showed up to this party and this kid ganked it from me. But do you believe i just got it back last night. Smoking out of it right now. Another time i had to let my freind take it cause my parents knew i was smoking and had called the cops on me. Do you believe that. Is that really my life? Yes.
Sorry to ramble, im blazed as hell. Thought i'd let a couple a stoners into my life for a couple minutes and relate. Relating has just become important to me. I think some of you guys understand the importance of relating due to human nature and all of that nonsense. Fuck me freddy i have a hangover and im tired.
Night.