story of the day thread

since i dont feel like making a new thread........i will just tell u how happy i am, since i took a long break from weed i smoked today for seeing my tollerance. i rolled a nice joint [not cone ones (low on weed) smoked it felt a little high rolled another and got stoned
i am bragging on my low tollerance from my break YAY

 

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got tired of english so i made my story in Binary

 

What part of town were you in? I can't think of many areas in Denver where you can just back over a ledge. I can think of a few places West of the big D where that is possible.

 

no, i'm not pregnant! yay! it's a good thing... for right now, anyways.

earlier today:
*joking conversation about cheating*
me: You're not allowed to impregnate anyone else!
my boyfriend: *confused look* hmmm??
me: Anyone... i mean... anyone... at all
my boyfriend: *brighens up* ohthankGOD! ANYONE AT ALL!

hehe. awkward moment.

i got free weed today, though! yay! schwag(sp? i don't usually use this word ), but free all the same, so no complaints. some guy was about to get searched and gave it to a friend who gave it to a friend who gave it to me. the other two friends didn't smoke, obviously. it's rare that free weed will be passed down from three stoners, lol.

 

well yesterday i started dating a girl and i was stoned and damn she looks better stoned....and is alot more interesting stoned she only talks about herself wanting to become a model and SEX but she is in 8th grade

anyway i have noticed i am slowly getting pulled away from the forums

 

I got a parking ticket yesterday for $40

 

taylor i like your haircut, its nice!

 

today, road rash on sega.

yesterday I smoked with two people that had weed, but they didnt match.
then I smoked with my friends who had weed and they matched. So idk about smoking with strangers anymore

 

i got stoned off my ass from 5 joints lol

 

After being parinoid yesterday about police and such following me home, today I smoked in the same place as yesterday... Well today, I just smoked more weed then I ever have before, I mean like 4x as much... And I was fucked up as hell.. It's was at 3:00PM today that I smoked it and im still slightly stoned here at 8:04PM. Well.. The house owner got a call and it turns out her boyfriend got shot and killed today.. Not cool.. So we decide to leave.. Before we leave she tells us that police are going to start investigating and that we better get out of there right then. So as soon as we step out of the house, an unmarked cop car pulls up across the street from the house we were in and gets out of the car. He says hi to me and my friends and walks over to the busses by the school. Me and one friend quickly decide to get out of there. So we walk over to the other side of the schools busses, and I decide to walk home.. Well, no random people in cars following me, but right as im crossing the street into my driveway that unmarked cop drove right in front of me and down the street. Im sure it was the same dude... I turnd to the sidewalk and commenced to walk down until the cop turned the corner then I made a mad dash backwards to my house and go inside. I'm wondering if I was just parinoid again? Ah well..

 

i smoked a great bowl in my nice ol sauna and then watched the matrix

 

Hey, Icktongo, how did you know it was an unmarked police car if it was unmarked?

 

because a police officer got out of it and we all know what they look like around here cuz they are all the same. lol.

 

story from the spittin-knowledge.com forums my buddy wrote:

It all began...

A sunny weekday in the summer. We agree on a Hemi session [hemi is the 79' Dodge Camper Van in my backyard] of 20 joints. Bodies of Carky, T, Sketch, Calla, Scott, Ttom & Meyers [aka Banker]. Calmly sparking our joints reaching # 4, Orlando starts to trip out bad [as usual his acid like trips off pot] begins to tweek and gargle his drool throughout his plague infected mouth. Everyone continues to enjoy how high we are getting, how much funner it is without Orlando in the session.

O jumps back into the session on join # 13. As everyone's cooked outa their brain tweeking on the sounds and smell of the old Hemi.

Orlando starts to discuss a topic while passing the joints around. My dad and I have been fighting with each other and its been tuff on myself an makes me think an reconsider what purpose I have of being on Earth. We all laugh an suggest, there is no reason for you here[especially on our street]. As O seems to sulk an sniffel he again begins to tweek, stating he had broken into his fathers gun safe and stole his 9mm pistol. Everyone laughs in joy saying " Where is it? Where is it? " O replys " At home under my pillow".

As we continue to smoke 2 more joints, Orlando starts to cry. Everyone tripping the fuck out yet again. WTF is wrong with you fag? O replys ' I hate my life an I'm going to fucking end it right now". As he lifts up his shirt pulling the 9mm out pressing it under his gin against the Hemi's window. " HOLY FUCK " , "HOLY FUCK" is our reply. O dont, he thinks for a second or two. [ T and I thinking, how we can get this gun away from him safely]. O' starts to wave the pistol back an forth pointing it at each an everyone of our faces. We beging to panic and tweek.

Calla wants nothing to do with this session anymore, books it out the back door screaming like a molested pig. Along follows Sketch and Banker without hesitation. Myself being paralized in happyness, looking over at T to see a sight I would never thought was possible. A grown teenager at the age of 18, has pissed his pants in fright.

O puts the gun down. Myself and T laughing out of control still continuing to pass the joints back an forth throughout this ordeal. Finally it has come to a stop. Mike choose life over hell. Points the Gun at myself and pulls the trigger. BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this red plastic ball flys out the champer. O says " You wanna try the cap gun out ? "

I smell the air and taste a hint of human shit. Did I shit my pants? or was that O's breath? . Still dont know to this day [ im thinking it was O still ]

Among the entire group the ran outside in fear his laughing out of control laying on the ground at the side gate. We hear this little dog barking and a womens soft voice.

" Hey guys!, whatcha doing there?" Mrs Ryan [sketch's mother, who doesnt like sketch blazing]. As O, T and I exit the Hemi, a big cloud of smoke follows, we look over an see Mrs Ryan. and reply " Yes were baked "


as for the O, well.. He still felt as if he was on acid an ran up the path to to his house alone screaming out like a little girl being raped " I want cantalope".. We yell back " Get the 6month old half eatin one under your gamesroom couch"