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You know you're a stoner when this happens: I was cleaning my horse's pens and this crazy bastard of a horse pretty much runs me over. Knocks me on my ass and I hurt my ankle in the proccess (later found it to be broken). The nieghbor sees it and helps me up...as she is helping me out of the arena I get a call from my connect saying he is leaving the house to meet at our spot. I decline to be driven home (thank God I don't drive a stick cuz it was my left ankle) so that I can meet my connect on time....yeah....smoked a bowl and the ankle stopped hurting.
You know you're stoned when you spend 4 hours dremaling a hole in a vase from walmart to make a bong.....................but then break it by falling off your dam horse cuz you thought it would be awesome to christen your new piece you made out in the middle of the desert and ride back stoned as fuck.....
you know you're stoned when you come home and get in the shower with all your clothes on
you know you're stoned when the clock magically jumps from 9:00 to 12:00 in about 2 minutes
you know you're a stoner when you keep the one fragment of your first broken glass piece as a memorial to it
I need a joint.........now.........
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