why ello. i havent posted in here for like, ever. but i think i might come around once in a while. i tottaly used to come here alot when i first started becoming a serious stoner because i had all these questions. but now i dont really have anymore. but i guess, its nice to help other people out, and its always fun to talk about weed - or something like that. *sigh*. my little sister whos 14 finnaly tokes with me now. she used to be such a goody goody. i did ask her to try it before, but she refused, i didnt pressure her, i was a good big sister. "well, whenver you want to smoke, let me know." about 6 months later, when i pretty much forgot about it, she brought it up. "can we smoke?" i thought she was talking about cigarettes. "weed?" Whoa. "why the change of heart?" i asked. (ok i didnt really ask that, but it was something of the sort). "well my friends and i are going to smoke on friday, and they asked me if i did before..." she said innocently. "and you said yes, didnt you? you liar!" i interuptedly joked. so that night, i tried to set the 'mood'. had my lava lamp, turned on the blacklight, turned on the doors, and passed her the bong. i had to 'demonstrate' to her how to do it many a times, so me, myself got more stoned in the process. she smokes occasinaly now, and you know, im a good big sister. i encourage her not to make any stupid mistakes(even though she is way more wise than i was at her age) and i give her free weed, and tell her all the shmoking techniques. dont be too paranoid, if youre going home right away after getting stoned, make sure you have visine and breathspary or something always in your purse. always carry a few lighters. get a cute mint tin or something of the sort to carry your 'stuff' in. get a peice thats portable. ah, she remnds me of me when she gets all stoned. hell, i miss those days when i used to get THAT stoned. did i already tell anyone this? oh well. i got a new pipe. i posted a pic of it on the 'peice' forum cha!
hahaha my older bro said he wanted to do it with me...but i went behind his back and did it with my friendsi kinda feel bad now.
Sometimes I wish I had a younger sibling around my age. 'Course, then I wouldnt have it so good, would I. Oh well. It's good that you were there to share her first time.
my sister offered it a few times.. but I didn't want to do it with her.. thoa i've let her use my bong a few times.. and hey she gets me shrooms thats cool
congradu-fucking-lations! it'd be cool to have a sibling smoking partner... me and my brother are cool and weve smoked together before, but hes in college so its like we live in seperate worlds
i don't have any brothers or sisters to smoke with, but i do smoke with alot of my family members. parents/uncles/aunts/cousins/family friends. but i sometimes wish i had a little brother to smoke with.
siblings are annoying.. I think you'd be happier without a younger brother.. mayby fun to toke with.. but other than that.. probably annoy the hell out of
yeah, it'd be fun to have a little sibling to show them the right way. im the youngest, and my brother and sister dont smoke, nor does anyone in my family, so im alone when it comes to smoking...its salright though, i got a friends sometimes.
This story may take some time, so roll one and smoke it while I tell the tale: My father bought a dope pipe. It was 2 feet of carved soapstone. He didn't smoke, but it had a beautifuly carved face along the side and he bought it as a piece of art. For many years, it hung high on our living room wall. During those years, his eldest son (that would be me) learned to smoke and enjoy marijuana. And a few years after my first stone, it occured to me to smoke my father's pipe. So one afternoon, I filled the bowl. My friends and I were just about to light up, when we heard a car pull up. My parents had returned early. Thinking quickly, I re-hung the full pipe in its place. Fortunatly the bowl was hidden by the height. About a month later, my younger brother had a similar thought to smoke daddy's dope pipe. Imagine his surprise when he pull the pipe down and finds it full of weed. "Dad's a doper?!?" was his thought. A bit later, I thought to check on the bowlful of smoke that I had left in the pipe. It was gone. I thought, "Dad's a doper?!?" Six months later, after my brother and I discovered our mutual joy in pot, we were talking about things. We discovered the confusion of the pipe and were relieved that Dad was as straight as we thought. Since then, baby Bro has repaid me for the bowl he smoked and Dad is still as straight as we always thought. And the pipe? It still hangs there, waiting... I hope this story was long enough for you to finish that joint.
lol they are only your evil minion until they hit about 13 and start getting opinions and ideas of their own.....
I've smoked and shroomed with my sister once, but thanks to the shrooms she turned into a fuckin' ducky so now I can't smoke with her cuz I only remember her as a ducky and it trips me the fuck out...