OK here is the story about my peice, it's quite the sad one. Ill start off my explaining what it was. It was a 7 chamber bong that was black and the base all the chambers was on looked like the home plate. When I got it the night turn out horrible becasue my backpack broke and I had this huge bong hanging out and was scared to bring it home cause A)I was more baked then ever in my life, and B) my mom would have freaked. My friend ended up taking it home for me but before the night was over we all agreed the name of the bong should be "Nightmare" Well then what happened is once again I couldn't bring it home, or I forgot it at a friends or something like that, I forget (too stoned) and my friend had it at his house and started talking about stealing it from me and never giving it back, so that lasted about 6 months and I finally got it back one night but I couldnt take it home once again (you see why it was called nightmare) so I left it in a girls backpack. But when she woke up and the codka wore off she realized she couldnt take it so my friend stiched it in some bushes on this path and hoped no one could find it. I went there a couple days later to get it but had no clue where it was and couldnt find it so I waited for my friend to get back home from his mom's house in Toronto. When he came back he tried to find it and it was gone. To this day I wonder what would have happened if I brought my beloved bong back to my house. Would my mom known about it? Would I still have it? and so on. Just thought I would share this story with you guys. Im new on the forums and thought a sad story would be the best way to say hello to everyone.
Bummer man...i remember when my parents didnt know i toked...its really hard trying to hide stuff...especially a big bong! Everytime my mom went into my room i would be thinkin "goddamnit, shes gonna find something". ........she never did tho hehe!
why did you buy a bong that big man,the biggest i got is a one footer i can get it around if i need to
sryy that sux, when i first got my bong we took it in a car and fogged the car out, but that night i reeked my eyes were purple, i could barely talk, or walk, my eyes would keep rolling into the back of my head. so i came in said i needed to take a dump came up stairs, and took a rope droped it down of my balcony to the driveway had my friend tie my backpack with the bong in it, to the rope so i could hoist it up and tada. it worked.
people-are-so strange, i would think the same way whenever my mom came in my room, haha that is some funny shit i live in a dorm at a university now so it's straight, but i gotta worry about my RA and crap like that
that really sucks man, me and my friend just lost our shared piece when the cops pulled up to the woods we were smoking in, and we dropped it in our blazedness and ran....haha and the first thing he said when we got back to the house was that he wanted to go to the police station on a rescue mission
Damn, that sucks. only reason id get one that big if i was not with my parents any more. for the meantime, my foot tall one is great enough
