stoner mistakes

Big stoner mistake, grabbing the hot domeless nail like a slide to clear the rig.

 

Did this as a teenager, my friends liked to relocate the car we were in as I went into stores, ect. So I walk out of a McDonalds and open the door of a tan car like my friends... to meet the bewildered stares of these 4 black dudes. I did the same thing "oooohh shit, my bad." - Walk away. Friends pull up - hysterical.

 

I broke my bong the other day. =[
It was a mistake, a big mistake and made me terribly sad as it was about 2am and no way to get another until the next day. =[

 

That's why I have 2 bongs + a glass spoon.
Anyway, one time I was really stoned at my friend's house (his mother is very, very against smoking of any kind, yet bought my friend a fake ID for booze O.O...idk) and I was walking up the stairs blazed as fuck. I was having a really giggly/random high. Anyway, when I was about halfway up the stairs, I see his mom at the top, look her dead in the eyes and say, "I have knees." Then I start laughing like a damn retard.
My friend's mother did not think very highly (pun intended) of me after that.

 

I was pulling a car into the garage and turn the key off but forgot to put in park itwas auto trans. I thought the car had a button to push to take key out but I was soo stoned that I forgot to put it in park. I actually was really high and the guys car smelled like kush and strawberries so i was overwhelmed lol`

 

Am I the only one who's disturbed at oil slides, domes, nails, and the pieces they're used with, picking up junkie terminology?

Not good for us.

I don't know, my mistakes are sad, not funny, but once I set my brand new spoon, having smuggled it across the country and used it twice, on my keyboard, where I always put bowls and joints, above the numberpad, resting against the top row of keys. This one was a little rounder than my other bowl, and it slid off, and off the desk, where it landed on a coffee cup on the floor, smashing the middle section into a million pieces. Another time, my room mate played loud guitar all night as I (and the whole building) tried to sleep, and in the morning when he'd sobered up and I had to go to class, he smoked me out - I was very grumpy, but thankful for the smoke, and lent him my rather expensive percolated roor. When I got back from class, he informed me that it was in a drawer - I opened it, but did so too suddenly, and a flood of empty 40s rolled forward and pinned it against the front of the drawer, smashing the downstem joint off. I was going to get it repaired, but it met another and more finial end before that could happen.