This is going to be a thread where people come when they are blazzed. Feel free to rant on about whatever is running through your head, talk about what your smoking, or just talk to other stonned people and have them just feed off your ideas. Tell us about revalations you are having, inventions you just thought up, or even tell us the meaning of life.
I just finished hitting my bong, and I'd say I'm pretty high. Although as I was walking from my garage to my house, my sister and her friend attacked me with water balloons. I was absolutely soaked. It sucked. But I am really high, and have another decent sized bud to smoke later. This is about my 3rd time smoking today yay!
Man I was so bored today, nothing to do in the holidays, so I purposley went for a bike ride in a thunderstorem- hail and lightning etc, I know it sounds stupid but I had nothing logical to do... so I did something illogical. Anyways came home soaking wet and packed a bowl of superey duperey potentey bbbuuuddd. (<lol bud is summetrical) Anyways imas stoned as a troll who came out into the sulight. Now onto the purpse of this post- to discuss the meaning of life. Ive always related the meaning of life to a popular childrens poem: "Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one... the mouse ran down. Hickory dickory dock" So basically what im saying is nobody knows what the meaning of life is, just as nobody knows what the fuck that poem means either.
I just smoked this amazing pot my dad has. I'm watching his house while he's out of town and I couldn't resist.. now I wish I could have a party but my friends are busy and the house where I am is like 40 minutes away from them. I don't get the poem at all.
