What are some funny stories you have for when you were stoned? one for me is when I was talking about taking a picture of my cousin w/ a bag of weed behind them and instead i said "Wag of Beed" we couldn't stop laughing
I'll say two of mine. the first one is of tonight(im still high!) we were just waiting for my friends bro to pick us up from my friends and we all stood in the garage and one person would stand outside of the garage with a hockey stick and hit this ball at us. sounds retarded but it was co0oo0ol. second is somethin that i said that was like what you said reb.v this girl i was goes "that hat looks cute on you"to me and i go "that cat looks hoot on you" it was hilarious
i dont remember anything ive said but here are a few people have said: after brett hit him self in the head with a whoopin ass stick-" I feel like a headache" my brothers drunk friend- hey beil toss me a speer.
Last night, Me and my friend went down in the woods to toke up, it took like 3 minutes to get there. We got extremly baked down there and started walking up a hill to get back, and we were talking and walking, and then we were both like damn its taking so long to get up this fucking hill. And we realized we were taking a step then stopping, then taking a step and we were both walking in sync with each other, and it was so fucking funny. Then the trees seemed so big they were everywhere, it was kinda scary but really cool. The woods is def. the best place to get high.
one night something amazing/ funny happened. i was getting stoned in my room and my mum shouted upstairs "come down and smoke it im lonely!" so i was like ok. and i was watching a film downstairs with her when i dropped my LAST joint in a glass of water. i was so gutted and complaining when my mum said "oh katie dont be stupid!" she told me to put it on a peice of paper and put that on the radiator and come back to it in 10 minutes. then when i did it was completely dry and smokable!! i was like, "MUM, THANK YOU!!...??" also, just now i was upstairs thinking to myself im not realy that stoned tonight....then i stood up and was like ...ookay maybe not.
Sitting around in the Garage with the crew (smokin' spot), went to open a beer, somehow ended up breaking the top off, got it all over myself and said, and I quote, "Ahhhh...man, now a smell like College."
^nice too many stories for me man getting high in the woods and taking an hour and a half to walk a 15 minute walk to the gas station and back. thinking i was on a magic carpet made of astro turf. getting smoked out by an old man named james(think old james from half baked) a midget kept popping up behind me and then me realizing it was just this kid burt that i forgot was there over and over.
I have a shitload but one I really like is: My friend went to go take a piss and I flipped his bottle of pop over (which as nearly impossible for me to balance) and he was trying to open the bottom for about three minutes Another is when there was a loud boom and my friend jumped across the room. I tried to tell him something but I was laughing a lot and all that came out was "Dude..... du-du-dude.... du-du-d-d-d-d-dude..... dude dude dude dude.... etc." Then when I finally got control of myself I forgot what I was going to say.
Its funny when it takes sooo long to tell a story while ur stoned, because u cant get it out with all the laughter and forgetful ness.
oh god...i've got about 7 yrs of funny stoned stories...we used to steal shit outa ppls yards...make prank calls...set tape recorders out on record while we were getting high and saying stupid things, then stop it, rewind it, and get high again so we could listen to it and laugh some more...we used to just get stoned and wander around town to see what we could see, that always led to a good story...drivin around tokin in the country we saw a body in a body bag, a deer jump a car, and a girraffe swimmin across a lake... man...i've had some good times...
just the other night we were firing up in the sandpits and i was handed the pipe. I grabbed my lighter out of my pocket bring it up to the pipe and try to light it, except it was my gum. ahh i was just going to say another time but i forgot it...
The other day in geography class(whick is taught in french because i'm in french immersion) our teacher said the word "drill", because of his french accent and my current state of mind i was almost sure he said "cheerleader", so confused about what cheerleader had to do with hyro electricity i asked some girls next to me if he had said cheerleader. Boy that was embarassing... i was trying to conseal my laughter for about 15 minutes which was not too easy considering my teacher looks one hell of a lot like lucky the leprechaun on the lcuky charms cereal box.
Another time i was smoking weed with my friends and one of my frends says something like "i think i'll climb a tree," more interested in my bag of cheetos i keept eating about 40 secounds later a look and see that my friend had climbed about 7 feet up this absolutely massive tree. It's the middle of winter and this tree's is practically dead so after minutes of begging and threatening we convince him to come down. god damn it was so funny, scarry but funny.
me and my friends went behind subway and toked it up which we had done a buncha times and then we went inside and had a candle light dinner in subway.
I had the munchie so i decided to cook a pizza in the pizza oven, when the bell went off i was looking for the cardboard. i looked for 5 min. and couldn't find it. So i took the pizza out and the cardboard was still on there. hehe
I was making cereal. I went to grab the milk from the refrigerator. Grabbed it and started pouring it onto the cereal. About a second later looked down at what I was doing. Rather then grabbing the milk, I grabbed the green tea.
a few months ago I was doing some recording at a friends house. When we finnished up, he mentioned that he had some Purple Haze and asked if I wanted to pull a couple tubes before I left. Needless to say, I was boinked when I left. Anyway, I put my gear in the car and went back in to grap a plastic bag with some odds and ends in it. On the way down the driveway I heard something that sounded like someone walking in the woods behind my car. I stopped to listen. Nothing. I walked farther down and heard it again. This went on a couple times. I get to the car and heard it very loud this time, like someone was running. Man, I jumped into defense mode and yelled, like really loud, one of those karate deals. That's when I realised it was the bag in my hand making the noise. Stoned, oh boy I felt stupid. It was a good laugh though.
'Tom, there comes a time in every man's life when he must make a very important decision. He must choose whether to pack another cone, or leave it. you must now make this decision. What do you think the right decision is?' 'leave it! leave it!' 'Really? is that what you think is the right decision? is that your answer?' 'No! NO! Another!' 'Yes tom, you have made the right decision' I said this to my friend tom, dead faced, pacing around him as he sat on the floor with a loaded bong. tom has having trouble breathing from laughing and tensing from fright and worry at the same time. he told me it was so epic, it was the most frightening, yet inspiring act he had ever whitnessed. needless to say he couldnt finnish his cone (bowl) but i pat him on the back anyway Haha heres one, it was 5 am and we were ringing free calls, 1800 numbers. One is the kids helpline, a free service that was promoted a lot a few years ago, for kids to ring up and talk to a volenteer councillor about their problems if theyre afraid to approach anyone. Kids helpline: Kh: Hi this is the kids helpline B: Hello my name is greg kh: hi greg whats happening B: well im under the influence of a little marijuana kh: ahh B; and my friend here has a little problem. his name is evan, ill let him tell you about his problem kh: alright put him on E: hi kh: hello *short meaningless conversation* E: look i cant explain it, heres greg B: hi its greg again kh: hey i know what your friend's problem is B: you do? wow, what is it? kh: hes got a small dick B: Kh: yep, hes just got a small dick B: thats his problem? Kh: afraid so *bill dies of supressing too much laughter, 5 am*
