my uncle and I smoked 2 blunts at his girlfriends house last night. when we leave, we get maybe 5 or 6 blocks away from her house and he pulls into the Safeway shopping center and parks. he sat there for like a minute and I ask him what he's going to get. he replys with "nothing... I forgot how to get home." wow! he's been smoking for like 25 years and he's lived in this town for 16! shocked the shit outta me. we laughed for a good minute before I got all paranoid and put my seatbelt on. anyways we get home nice and saftley but, the power of dank never ceases to amaze me.
ahhhhhhhh haha! that made me lough, im finishing off my last brew and this roach and i spilled my brew all over my pants because i loughed so hard when i read that shit...cheers mate!
Oh, man! I've got one for you. So my buddy's dad passed away... Our other buddy was really hit hard, because the buddies were like brothers and their father a mutual dad. I found out, rushed to the house of the buddy I'm closest to, cheered him up. We got mad high together in honour of Dave, then I walked him to work @ his midnight shift job where everyone's stoned anyway. My cousins and brother show up, I inform one cousin who was close to Dave of what happened. Buddy comes over, hands me a fattie to send me on my way. I'm staying in town tonight at a girlfriend's house; her parents are in Mexico for a week. So I give buddy a number to call to wake me up in the morning to come check up on him and go for breffis. Buddy opens his cigarette package, and with a pretty red pencil crayon I write out the number. Or what I think is the number. "There you go!" I say. "Uh," he replies, "Biida, that's my number." "Oh, shit." Fuck I wrote down the guy's OWN NUMBER to call me in the morning!!! LOL So shit, I laughed my ass off with him and then wrote down the right number. And left. And laughed. Goddamnit. LOL
They had that show, Kid's Say the Darndest Things, I should invent one called Stoners Do The Most Retarded Shit You've Ever Seen. I'd film it with a wide angle lense
