Pot Story Thread!

like reading other peoples stories on this forum [gives me somthin to do in between work and gettin high] so we should each post a story or 2 to read.

heres mine


k so anyways, back in the heavy tripping days of first smoking pot, me and my buddies [4 buddies] decide to put 10$ down each on a sack to smoke in my buddies trailer haha now this part is key this trailer is like a 1970 Hemi, it's not really a camper, all it has is a stove and table but no beds or anything in it and it's shaped like those old school Silver bullet campers, but this one has shag carpeting and Like a Ships port holes for windows. Anyways me and my buddies toss down 10$ each totalling 40$, we pick up for 40sac and roll 22 joints out of it!!! anyways we all vowe to smoke every single joint in the 1 session. so anyways a few days before the sesh, me and a buddy go to the local dollar store and pick up a Cap gun which resembled a real gun pretty close [EXCEPT FOR THE COLORS] so fixing that we get some flat black model paint and paint it up so it looks almost 100% real, me and him planned that once we were COOKED he pull out the gun and scare people.

So the day of the session comes and we all pile into this trailer, the 4 ppl who chipped in plus about 4 others who had probably 10 j's of their own, we all sit down and beggin to box this trailer, everything goes well and people are beggingi to get COOKED but we continue smoking, at around joint 12 my buddy motions to me to see if it's a good time to pull out the fake gun, i motioned it off and we continued to smoke, at joint 18 [by this time probably 3 people have already dopped out of the session] he motions for the gun once more, almost totally forgetting about it i agree right away, then he begins a convo to set the scene:

Guy with the gun: Hey Danny, Remeber i was telling you about my dads gun i found in his dresser?

[no one really pays attention but everyone heard him say it]

Danny: ahh yea kinda i duno

Guy with gun: yea? well i FUCKING BROUGHT IT!

he then proceeds to take the gun from out of his pants

EVERYONE GOES SILENT AND LOOKS AT THE GUN

he then starts to waive the gun at people saying he's gonna blow their heads off

1 guy Runs STRAIGHT through the back door of the trailer, like no handle, he used his weight to bust it open, then u hear outside the trailer in a loud girl voice OH MY GOD MIKES GOT A GUN!!!!

still inside everyones scared to move while i pissed my pants laughing, everyone is kind of getting it now but still scared, the guy with the gun then puts the barrell into his mouth and says he's gonna blow his brains out, this is when everyone kinda figured it was fake and carried on the session.

we continued on and got to about joint 22 when almost everyone except 4 of the original ppl who tossed in were left alone smoking in the trailer, K i dunno if u guys have smoked like 30 joints in 1 sitting befoe, but once u do, u begin to have like bodily trips, so i was sitting there, still hooting mind you but it felt like a goo was going into my ear and down my throat, tripping on this i looked around for help only to see the guy with the gun, tapping on the port hole style windows of the trailer and looking out them, Quitley saying "we're going to crash, were going to crash" fucking hearing this made me trip WAYY worse and then he looked over at me in a TERRIFIED look he says to me "we cant do anything, this planes going to crash" and starts screaming and runs out the trailer and jumps belly flop onto the lawn out the back door


i dunno if that story really expresses how unbelivable the sessions was, hands down best sesh ever.

 

I wouldn't even have to be fucked up for that to get me freaked out.... I don't wanna crash!

 

lol, that shit with tha cap gun is soooo funny!

 

hahah thats a sweet story, only one question, why did u make 22 joints out of only a $40 bag? those musta been some puny joints.

Any how, I don't know if the point of this thread was for every one to tell their pot stories but I'll share one of my many any way. So me and my friends were on our way to our highschools football game and took a short cut through this like storage company place so we could smoke a couple bowls. We go on top of this abbonded trailer (it's not a trailer park it's like a storage trailer).

We smoke a bowl or so then we noticed there were some cars in the storage place and we thought it would be sweet to hot box one. With a little trouble we get down from the trailer and then proceed to climb this barb-wire fence to get to these cars in the storage place. WE FINALLY MADE IT! We get in this old pimp car and as we're finishing our 2nd bowl, my friend goes "damn I see some trippy lights." I thoght he was just really high or something but then I look behind me and it's a fuckin pig. So we get outta the car as sneakily as we can and bolt to the fence, the cop had to climb over another barb wire fence to get to us so we had a big head start that we really needed cuz we were really stoned!! We ditched the cop some how, ran through the woods, and made it to the football game just in time to see some cranky whore bitch slap this dude but that's a totally different story. well, happy smoking hope you enjoyed

PS the hot box was the shit!

 

nah just got hooked up amazingly fat that day

 

Why would anyone smoke so much weed (22 j's!) in one sitting tho? Seems a terrible waste... Well, I guess as long as you had fun, it's all good.

 

i dunno, whole point of the day was just to get retarded, and it was only 10$ each anyways

 

my story is of my first time

ok it was me and 2 friends
i had paid my new dealer 20 bucks for an 1/8 of mids the day before
and i was waiting there at my friends house for hours and my dealer never called or showed up
so my friends started drinking...but i dont drink
so my friends were drunk and we hung out for a few more hours waiting for the dealer
and she just didnt show up...then we all went to a football game at the my school(my friends still being drunk). the football game sucked because i had to stop my friends from doing stupid shit and getting themselves cought. but at the same time i was looking for a hook up at the game.
so the game ends and i dont find a dealer and im walking home to my friends house and there drunkeness starts to whear off
we get home and im sitting on my friends front porch and i see this stoner kid i know walk by and i ask him if he has any weed...he says no and then leaves.
then about an hour later he comes back with a few other people. and in his group of people theres this really shady kid who has some weed. so i ask him what hes got and how much. he says he has a gram of "purple haze" . then i was like "purple haze" is extinct (execpt i think theres some in maine). and hes starts walking away. and im like im sorry ill still buy it. and he comes back and is like its $40. and i get my friends to pay for it $20 each.
so we have weed now...and i have a wood pipe that i made a week before.
but then we realise we have no lighter
so we track them down again and the shady kid gave us his lighter
so we pack a bowl in my friends kitchen.
my one friend hits first then my other friend does, then i do for my first time
i didnt cough at all and it was smoother than i thought it was gonna be.
but we all hit 2 more times and then the lighter runs out(and none of us are high yet)
so we try lighting a candle with my friends stove. but he has a weird stove and it doesnt work.
so we try like a bunch of other things...they dont work
then we call someone up and ask if he has a lighter we can borrow and he says yeah
so its a mile to his house and we have to run the whole way at 11:00 at night
i dont know all 3 of us ran there and not just one of us... but we all did.
so we get to the guys house and he dosent give us a lighter....he gives us 2 packs of matches.
so we run a mile back home and we pack another bowl and try to light it with a match...it dosent work
then we get birthday candles and light one and use it to light the bowl
although wax dripped everywhere it did work
so after we where all done i sat in a chair and wached pimp my ride waiting for it to kick in....it never did
i didnt get high
so then i just fell asleep in the chair.
even though i didnt get high it was like one of the most eventful times i ever had while smoking weed

 

holy fucking shit dude i laughed harder than i ever have before and im not even stoned. FUCKING hularious the whole time you were telling the story i was picturing it in my head. oh shit................

 

haha awesome

 

Well, there was this one night...

So me and a friend are out at a construction site (i dont' actually remember why we were there... but we were). We look over and see a bobcat (like those little dirt carrier fuckers) and decide to hot box it! It has a plexiglass cab, and we both somehow fit in there and blazed the shit out of a bobcat! The best part was that as I was leaving i felt a sweatshirt, and thinking it was my friends, took it. In the morning i realized it must have been a construction workers, it was all covered in concrete and shit. Man, that story doesn't even begin to describe that night...

My first time was under a rainroad bridge with 2 russian kids and my raver best-friend. We smoked 4 bowls then went to this super straight-edge girl's birthday and tried desparately to act straight. After one of us exlaimed "the carpet looks like fucking lips you guys" pointing frantically at the patterned carpet on the floor, I think our cover was blown... hehe...

 

k i'll add another story, this one involves OIL

k, so anyways meand my buddies are driving around in my ride looking for a place to blaze, or Hotknife that is. So anyways we finnaly find this little park where we park my ride and get out with a backpack containing the torch and knives. So as we begin to walk down this path this guy comes out and is like "Hey theres been alot of suspisious activity so i wrote down your license plate" kinda sketchin out i was like "ok....." we walk down the path into the bush like FAR away from this guy's house. we walk down a path [OFF THE MAIN PATH] and setup the torch, we begin to heat up the knivesand prepare hoots of oil, so weall take hootsand get fucking STONED, but as we're blazing we look up and we see this guystanding at the top of the main path looking down, now we know he couldnt see us, but fuck it was TRIPPY and trippin us out, so we pack up the whole setup and bounce back to my ride, we get in and i was sooo fucked up, but i wanted to go buy a CD from the local A&B Sound, so we drive like 15 minutes there and i go in, soo ripped i'm doubting i even want to go in, but i end up finishin buying it and then walk out.

So then this is where the story is about probably the worst trip of my life. there is a Subway right next to the A&B Sound, so i walk in and begin to order, i order a foot long meatball and then my buddy comes up and says "yo man get me a 6 inch" being insanely ripped i agree, and this was the convo with the subway bitch that followed:

me: "ahh yea and 1 Six ince"

me thinking: "ahhh ince? WTF i want to say INCH"

me again: ahh a six ince

me thinking: "ahhhhh WTF now i'm gettin woried and sketchin out, i see my buddy in the corner of my eye beginign to laugh"

Subway girl is just staring at me

me: ahh yea and 1 more six ince?

i then put my facedown in my hands with my buddy rolling on the fucking floor laughing, i just walked over to the counter to pay and then bounced the fuck out of there haha

 

purple haze isn't extinct

 

it is extreamly rare. its on the endangered species list...

its is only pure in one of the new england states

 

yesterday and today.

these storys are not really funny but its what happened to me yesterday and today

yesterday i was walking home with my friend and my dealer pulls up and asks if we want any weed...i didnt buy any but my friend wanted 2 grams

he said 2 grams is $25... my friend said ok (he was going to pay my dealer when he delivers it to my friends house)

so my dealer goes out to pick it up

meanwhile my friend and i where waiting for the dealer at my friends house

but then my friend realised that he had to leave and go to philly in 5 mins

so hes leaving to go to philly and the dealer hasent shown up yet.

i also had to go home and couldent wait for the dealer

we where worried that the dealer was going to get mad cuz when he shows up where not going to be there

so an hour after i got home i get a call on my cell phone

its my dealer

i thought he was going to yell at me for ditching him.

but insted he said "i compleatly for got about you guys, sorry"

he also said he would diliver it to my friends house in 5 mins

but i told him no one was there

so i told him to deliver it to my house

he asked my if i had the money and i said yeah

we hang up

so i go get my wallet and i only have a 10 dollar bill and 5 ones.

and remember its $25

so i go search and i find a 5 dollar bill

so ive got $20

then i go into my change jar and get out 5 dollars in quaters and put all the money in a bag

the dealer shows up and gives me the weed and i hand him this big sack of money... the look one his face was priceless

and the next day i sold it to my friend





today i got high 3 times which is the most ive ever gotten high in one day

so as i mentioned before i sold the weed to my friend for 25 bucks

i put the money in my pocket and went to my classes

some time during the day i took the money out of my pocket and put it in my book bag

so i go to my friends house after school and as soon as we get there we start smoking

so where high fo a little then we take naps

we wake up and are hungry(and im still high but hes not) and we want to go to a buffet but we go to my house to pick up my cell phone first

but on the way to my house i remember i left my wallet at my friends house

so when we get to my house i change my pants and shirt and pick up my cell phone then we go back to his house to get my wallet

when i get to his house i look all over for my wallet

but then i remember i didnt have a wallet i just put my the money in my pocket

so we drive back to my house to check my pants

the money is not there

then i remember i left my money in my bookbag at his house

so then my friend says he will just pay for my meal and i will pay him back later

then after we ate our meal we went to his house and smoked another bowl

then we went to my schools acustic guitar talent show.

it was awesome

i love music when high

then i went home and got high again and i am writing this now

 

willy wonka do you play paintball?

 

no, because im a animal rights activist and paintballs have gelitin in them...gelitin is made from animals.

 

oh ok just wandering cuz i was at a paintball tournament over summer and i seen someone that looked just like u in ur sig and thought there might be a slight chance it was you..well keep on tokin..later

 

In my Home suburb, i and a friend, went home from our dealer, and we sat down at the local busstation, then a cop came, and controlled us, he found our dope, and said, that we should come with him. My friend took out 50 € and said that he could keep one gram of the Shit if he would let us go.
So he took the money, and we both gave him a gram , and so he had 50 € and 2 Gr. , then we could go, we both with 11 Gramms in the pockets, which he gave us back

 

I have two stories, both involve fire while under the influence of marijuana haha. Well anywayz the first story. Me and my friend are home alone and we have the whole day, so we decide to smoke a joint and we do. So we are sitting around and my friend says he read on the internet how to make a bomb out of fireworks. So we get all of the fireworks out of my lil stash of them and he begins breaking them apart and pouring all the powder into a tube he made out of a toilet paper role and some duct tape. He keeps doing this untill it is about full. Then he looks at me and laughs and I'm like what ans smile up and snicker a little but because he looks funny. Then he tells me he forgot hoe to make the fuse. SO we stat thinkin and we decide to just pour gasoline on it and throw a match on it. So I go and get the gasoline out of the little shed in my back yard. We take the "bomb" and put it on this concrete pad in my back yard. The pad used to have a basket-ball goal on it but it got knocke dover in a storm and broke so we threw it out. Anywayz, he sets it down and I pour WAY too much gas on it. We go ahead and get the hose out just incase something goes wrong. SO I dropped the match on it. Almost the half of the whole pad is ignited in gasoline, but the bomb hasn't done anything. So we decide to let it burn for a little bit because we thought it hadn't burnt through the cadboard yet. We waited and waited and nothing happpened. We get scared because we start to think about what could happen and what if its really big all that stuff. So we start to spray it with the hose. But as you probably know you can't put out a gas-fueled fire that well with water so then when me and my friend are standing 3 feet away from it it goes off. It was a mixture of smoke, colors, and noise and then we both just start laughing incredibly hard. We fall to our knees laughing and just lay there and laugh for a while.


Story number 2. Ok well its late at night probably around midnight and me and my friend ar sitting outside just talking. Now we have this little fire-pit thing in my backyard that sorta looks like a bong. It is like a cereal bowl with a cimney basicaly and a hoe in the side to put wood into and light it and everything. So we decide to light a fire in it. So we do and it is going pretty nicely. Then we role a joint and get high. So after sitting there talking for a while I notice that the fire has gone out. I put some more wood on and ball up some newspaper to try and relight it. Nothing works, ao I go and get the gasoline lol. I make sure there is a little something burning and then I take the stopper off the end of the tank and pour once again WAY too much gas into the top. Since it had to fall before it would light I kept pouring. Then all the sudden flame shoots seriously about 4 feet out of both holes like a dragon or something. I step back and a little bit of grass is on fire some of the patio and the end of the gas can. This scared the crap out of me bcz I realized it could catch and burn down into the can then it would have just all exploded I blow it out and then stomp the rest out. I then relize I don't see my friend. I start to look around for him and then I spot him running down the path with the hose. He gets there and there isn't any fire and he has WTF look on his face I laugh at him and he takes the hose back. Well these are my stories.
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