http://forum.grasscity.com/ en Fri, 20 Nov 2009 23:34:26 GMT vBulletin 60 http://forum.grasscity.com/images/misc/rss.jpg http://forum.grasscity.com/ http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500098-so-i-just-re-upped.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 23:11:55 GMT My guy calls me, say's he hasn't seen me lately.

"Oh I'm broke man" I reply.
"Oh it's cool, swing by and I'll front you a sack I ain't worried about it."

I've known this guy for awhile now through a close friend. He's down to chill and smoke a bowl when I stop by but today was f*cking awkward.

I show up and some other dude is hanging out on the couch. We head upstairs and he weighs it out and gives it to me. We head back downstairs and I offer to match him a bowl.

He hands me his glass so I sit on the couch and I load one. I introduced myself to the dude on the couch, don't remember his name. But when I went to shake his hand... HE DIDN'T HAVE ONE (I don't think he had his forearm either). So I shook his "nub".

Note: I don't mean to discriminate or hate or whatever. It was just really fucking random.

We sat and burned the bowl and quickly burned another.Then I took off and headed home.

On the drive home I realized I kept trying to pass that dude the piece, only to realize.. He wouldn't be able to torch the bowl and use the carb.

Awkward. ]]> Real Life Stories hopup http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500098-so-i-just-re-upped.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500070-hell-tonsillitis-just-before-thanksgiving.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:19:50 GMT this is bullshit. for the past 4 days my throat has been absolutely killing me and cant swallow anything. took a peek in the back of my throat with a flashlight and mirror a little while ago, and my tonsils are all messed up! RIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING! what kind of evil is that? i was looking... this is bullshit. for the past 4 days my throat has been absolutely killing me and cant swallow anything. took a peek in the back of my throat with a flashlight and mirror a little while ago, and my tonsils are all messed up! RIGHT BEFORE THANKSGIVING! what kind of evil is that? i was looking forward to a massive geeber and turkey, ham, stuffing, beans of all kinds, pumpkin pie, good beer, and the following two days of food coma. i cant even smoke :( it hurts too. kill me now
/rant ]]> Real Life Stories Matt5241 http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500070-hell-tonsillitis-just-before-thanksgiving.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500001-ok-blades-help-me-out-where-should-i-move.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:56:37 GMT im 20 living in eastern nc the world is my oyster i want to attend a community college for computer science wherever i go, then transfer to a university once i can get instate tuition. i just gotta find a new place. looking to move around august 2010 im 20
living in eastern nc

the world is my oyster

i want to attend a community college for computer science wherever i go,
then transfer to a university once i can get instate tuition.
i just gotta find a new place.

looking to move around august 2010

reccomendations? ]]> Real Life Stories heyitsmeallen http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/500001-ok-blades-help-me-out-where-should-i-move.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499993-babyface-fail.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:36:48 GMT OK so I'm 19 & wanted to buy a nice bong at this shop, it was awesome, but anyway I was asked for my ID which I didn't have at the time, & now they wont serve me at all!!!!!!!!! Even with ID. WTF?

Any tips on getting this bong? It's their own glass so I can't get it anywhere else. But seriously it's the most awesome mini-bong I've ever seen. My friends are against weed & don't believe the "bullshit studies" which prove it's safe, even though they have no fucking proof for their arguments. ANYWAY, should I shout at the shop owner or something? Or just get a different bong somewhere else? ]]> Real Life Stories Wacky Backy http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499993-babyface-fail.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499931-oink-oinks-your-stories-beating-system.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:59:02 GMT Well to start it off, I got charged about 5 years ago for 2oz. and scales, it was simply thrown out since it was my first offense. But within the past 2 years I accumulated 3 more possession and paraphenalia charges in separate counties, we'll call it BAD luck. But it was good to know two of the DA's in 2 counties. The other one, I just hired the best damn lawyer for the other. All thrown out and dismissed. Buttt paying for expongement is gonna be a bitch. Whats your tales?

Oh, and if I were pulled now, id probably gather the sameeee charge.
Dont let them get you down! :smoke: ]]> Real Life Stories DrGreenBeard http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499931-oink-oinks-your-stories-beating-system.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499891-gotta-love-ann-arbor.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:32:27 GMT Got pulled over by the cops yesterday, searched my car, found about half a gram of weed and my pipe.... Got a $50 ticket and was on my way :hello: Got pulled over by the cops yesterday, searched my car, found about half a gram of weed and my pipe....

Got a $50 ticket and was on my way :hello: ]]> Real Life Stories rtlshred http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499891-gotta-love-ann-arbor.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499886-poor-little-squirrel.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:00:10 GMT *WARNING* This story is about a dying animal, so if you don't like to read about such things I'd suggest you click the back button now.

So yesterday at around 1:30 I'm sitting on my porch enjoying a cigarette, watching the cars go by and I hear a big "WHUMP". I look around to see where this sound came from and, to my horror, it came from a car that ran over a squirrel... only the squirrel wasn't dead :(.

I watched as the poor bastard crawled his way out of the road, dragging the flattened half of his body with him, squealing the entire way. It somehow managed to pull itself up into a tree and rested in the crook of two branches, it was breathing very quickly and his broken legs and tail were twitching uncontrollably.:(

Now, at this point, it shouldn't come as a surprise to any of you that I was very upset and on the verge of vomiting from watching this whole ordeal. I decided to go inside and call animal control, I left them a message at just before 2 PM and when nobody responded I left a rather heated message at 4:30 PM because the little guy was STILL alive and conscious. It started to get dark at this point and I couldn't see the squirrel in his position in the tree so I forgot about the whole thing until this morning.

About an hour ago I was bringing in the trash cans from garbage day over to the side of the house, and out of the corner of my eye I saw some movement underneath a partially overturned wheel barrow and what do I see? THE SQUIRREL IS STILL ALIVE 18 HOURS AFTER THE INCIDENT AND ANIMAL CONTROL STILL HADN'T COME BY TO TAKE CARE OF IT.:mad::mad:

So I got serious at this point, I called the non-emergency line for my local police department for assistance and left yet another message with Animal Control threatening them with a formal complaint with the mayor's office if no one came by within the next few hours to put this squirrel out it's misery.

Only after this latest threatening message did Animal Control finally get back to me and came by to euthanize and dispose of the squirrel.

I have to say I'm pretty relieved now that squirrel isn't in pain anymore but still, I'm fuming that the little guy had to suffer from 1:30 PM all the way till 8 AM.:mad::mad::mad::mad:

Quick Summary: A squirrel got ran over in front of my house but wasn't dead yet and it took 16 hours for animal control to respond.

So yeah, crazy story. ]]> Real Life Stories SuperSaturday http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499886-poor-little-squirrel.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499852-some-buuuuull-shit.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:13:29 GMT Bought me some Town House crackers, you know, the ones that say "Light Buttery Crackers" on the front, the really tasty ones, the original ones, not the reduced fat bullshit. Like this motherfucker right here:






Now these tasty little shits retail at fuckin' $5.49 usually, but I live in a rickidy ass town, so they were $6.29, without tax. ROUGHLY 4 cents a cracker. Some fucking asshole decided to steal ALL but one of the "4 Stay FRESH Packs!". Used some gum to seal the top. Now, don't get me wrong, you're gonna say "should have looked better". Whoever this son of a bitch is, they're fuckin' pro at this shit. Looked PERFECT. FUCKIN' PERFECT. Here I sit, with only 35 of these deliciously buttery fucks, I don't even know what to say. I feel cheated, pissed, and frankly, I can do nothing but laugh, because I know that I would have done the same fucking thing if I would have though of it first. So, if you're reading this, you son of a bitch, you enjoy the other 105 buttery, golden brown Keebler Town House crackers, you fat mother fucker. ]]> Real Life Stories ChillnSmoke http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499852-some-buuuuull-shit.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499849-most-awkward-situation-ive-ever-been-my-life.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:02:01 GMT wow...alright guys...well im not quite sure if the way i type this can portray the awkwardness of the situation nor do i mean to offend anyone with this post...my close friends in real life laughed when they heard this because they know me and would know how to bail me out in a situation like this... wow...alright guys...well im not quite sure if the way i type this can portray the awkwardness of the situation nor do i mean to offend anyone with this post...my close friends in real life laughed when they heard this because they know me and would know how to bail me out in a situation like this but anyway...so im kickin with some newer friends...one person i hadnt seen in over a year (x)1 person id never met in my life(d) 1 person id hung out with less than 10 times (b)(the guy who gave me a ride there and back) and his friend (j) well long story short man...we were smokin a blunt and for some reason that is beyond me...sometimes i do weird things but this tops it man...when i hit the blunt i was like "man i hope nobody here has swine flu or nothing" ya know dude?...and like...nobody really responded to what i had said and for some stupid reason i figured the lack of response was because X and J were mexican and uhm...its a stereotype around here that mexicans are usually the ones with swine flu...now i TOTALLY DO NOT BELIEVE THIS AT ALL...but i was like "oh dude MY BAD i didnt mean it like because J and X are mexican" and APPARENTLY that thought had crossed nobody elses mind...keep in mind we are all minorities...but i mean still...anyway dude it was like a TOTTALLY COMPLETELY DEAD AWKWARD SILENCE for fucking like a minute straight but it seemed like hours...thank god for call of duty...anyway...it tottally sucked and i still feel really awkward...i apoligized lots of times to J...he was the one who seemed more offended...X was an old friend like i said earlier he didnt really care too much...sorry for the wall of text but i just had to get that out...and i really could care less...but thanks if you read it...anyone else have any really awkward situations? i like to refer to them as "michael moments" for those of you that watch The Office...he tends to get himself into those alot... ]]> Real Life Stories LoserKid420 http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499849-most-awkward-situation-ive-ever-been-my-life.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499844-whoops-moment.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:44:59 GMT So Just curious about everyone and their "whoopsies" moments... Ill start with 2, 1 is mine and the other happened to someone i know.


So a friend and I were smoking and had prolly a good 3rd of a pretty decent sized blunt so my friend broke out the bong and said we should just do a blunt nug. In anticipation we put the blunt in the bowl while we were getting ready to go outside to smoke. so i had the duty of carrying the bong. when i got to my seat i looked at the bowl to spark it up and :eek: the bowl was empty. I shit myself... After a few minutes of searching though we found it, blazed and went back to our game of madden. (I lost :().


The next happened when myself, a friend, and one of his friends (lets call him J) were all hitting the bong.. J was talking a lot during his turn in the rotation, so he lit it and pulled, then brought his head up and started talking (we were all already pretty blazed, not really an excuse tho). Then instead of clearing he took another hit and pulled more smoke into the bong (just sort of milking it). He then started to talk again (i know... what a guy...). At this point i figured no harm, he'll just clear it now. Wrong. He just filled it even more... Then he started talking again, at this point my friend had enough and told him he needed to hurry up and keep it moving. J at this point I guess didnt realize how much smoke was in the bong so he took out the bowl and tried to clear it all in one hit... Didn't happen... He got about half way through before he seemed to realize there was more, he imidiatly started coughing and spit came flying out and landed on us and the bong... We had to wipe the mouthpiece down with some hand wipes and stuff.

So lets hear your stories :wave: ]]> Real Life Stories Cali_Burner http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499844-whoops-moment.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499817-s-word.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 07:28:39 GMT Earlier today I was downtown at this place having lunch in the outdoors. There were three middle-aged ladies, two with one or two kids with them, seated and having this discussion. Now, I was bored, and I've been known to eavesdrop, but these ladies were the only people I could hear as they were fairly loudly conversing. Soon, though, the tone becomes more subdued and hushed. Secrets? Interesting...

So I'm sitting there, and this is what I hear:

"I don't know what to tell Mike," says Linda, "I probably shouldn't say anything in front of the kids, but it's about the S-word."

"Oh?" the others spend a moment contemplating, one finally asks: "Well, what about it?"

"He's more into it than me," says Linda.

Now at this point, I'm thinking: "Christ, does sex really end with middle age and marriage!?" And I'm kind of feeling a bit angry at this lady for daring to have no desire for her husband.

"Why don't you just tell him?" says one of the others.

"I think he would get mad..." Linda responds, "He's REALLY into it. I don't want to do it anymore."

"Like, never do it ever again?" one of her friends asks.

"Yeah! Besides, it's not like we'll do it much longer anyway..."

The ladies had a hushed chuckling, and apparently, some confusion. Me, I just nearly inhaled a sip of water. Now I'm kind of feeling depressed, and considering never having children or getting married.

"What exactly are we talking about?" asks one of her friends.

"You know!" Linda whispers, "S-A-N-T-A..."

I thought for a second, as Linda explained that her kids were outgrowing Santa. It just so happened that my moment of contemplation on this misunderstanding pretty much exactly matched a similar moment for the women behind me. We were all laughing, only I suddenly realized I wasn't supposed to be.

I quickly gulped down my remaining water and swiftly made my way into the street before I would have to confront any of them for eavesdropping. :)

Folks, if you're going to have a code, one letter may not be enough information to convey the right idea. ]]> Real Life Stories Postal Blowfish http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499817-s-word.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499815-your-salvia-trips.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 07:21:07 GMT hey ill start with mine i have three 1. me and my cousin decided to try some salvia that he got so i was all excited for my first time and first halucinagen (spelt wrong i no) except weed and yes it is concidered a halucinogen. well any way i was out side his house on the patio and took a huge... hey ill start with mine i have three

1. me and my cousin decided to try some salvia that he got so i was all excited for my first time and first halucinagen (spelt wrong i no) except weed and yes it is concidered a halucinogen. well any way i was out side his house on the patio and took a huge hit then was like hmm maybe another about to take another hit and was like WOOOOOOWWWW and started to laugh like crazy then a was walking in circles flapping my arms like a chicken and saying "IM A CHICKEN" over and over again. lol tthen i saw a farmer way off in the distance and he became really close like right next to me and i was kinda running from him cus he wanted to eat me. it was a great trip.

2.i frgt my second sry lol

3. i was over my cousins house... again lol i always smoke with him. and i was takign hits with weed and salvia together and only took a lil cus we were splitting it bewteen three ppl and i saw faces in the ground but it was the best trip i have ever had when i mixed the two.

so for anyone that actually red this post your own experiences i would very much appereciate reading them no matter how long they are ]]> Real Life Stories weedst http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499815-your-salvia-trips.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499784-i-love-getting-more-than-i-pay.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:03:02 GMT i have a coworker who one day by the dishwasher pulls out an entire ounce of kush and lets me smell it lol. we make arrangements to meet after work, but things fall though. later that night, i call him, we meet, and he doesnt have anything to measure it on. now im not too good with the prices,... i have a coworker who one day by the dishwasher pulls out an entire ounce of kush and lets me smell it lol. we make arrangements to meet after work, but things fall though. later that night, i call him, we meet, and he doesnt have anything to measure it on.

now im not too good with the prices, seeing as im a lightweight and never really pay attention. but i think a nicklebag of kush costs more than five dollars. anyways, i suggest just eyeballing it with a small pinch. well he winds up pinching it off twice and peacing out. later i show it to my friend, who just can't believe i bought a dimebag and a half fo five dollars.

ahh, what a good night :D ]]> Real Life Stories phantomxrider http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499784-i-love-getting-more-than-i-pay.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499756-last-24-hours-has-been-interesting-hell-me.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:06:21 GMT Here's a rough rundown:

11/18 2000 Bong Rips
A Clockwork Orange
Chillin'
Bomb sex
2Pac
Paper on the Communist Manifesto
Empathy
Sleep
11/19 1130 forums.grasscity.com
RIP Jeff Dahmer
Project Pat
Bong rips
Hopped in the GSR
The Black Key's
1230 local photo lab
Pick-up 2 rolls of TriX
R/C Helicopter collection
another local photo lab
Drop-off 2 rolls TriX
1300 Campus
Shuttle bus
Ludacris bumpin'
1330 Sociology 100
Ireland
Chocolates
Professor says "Cocaine is a hell of a drug"
need caffeine: Santa Clause Coca Cola
1500 Intro to film
Smiles of a Summer Night
"Love is the juggling of three balls: Heart, Mind, & Loins"
1700 Bar
Pitcher of Lite
Potato Skins
1745 Intro to WAN
2100 Spliff sparked
11/20 0005 Bong Rips :smoke: ]]> Real Life Stories S4SQU4TCH http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499756-last-24-hours-has-been-interesting-hell-me.html http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499729-greatest-surf-trip-ever-taken.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 04:34:34 GMT This is a long post, but it tells a tale worth reading. I apologize for poor grammar and spelling, it's the first draft. I'll probably edit it thoroughly later.

Until then, here is my story. All Information is 100% factual (names were left out for obvious reasons).

Enjoy...:wave:

So. Back in August, 3 friends and I took Surf Trip to California. We drove straight through, from NW Florida to Ventura,California. Total time to get there was apprx. 32 hours!!!(stopping only for gas. we shit when we got gas and pissed when we got gas..or in a bottle).

We left home with a about a Q.O. of some decent buds in a ziploc and some papers. About 3 hours in to the drive we realize, "Shit! We have a 1/4oz in a baggy, how will we ditch itif need be???" So we dump it all into a Frisbe to work as a tray and set that under the seat, then the 2 of us in the back seat conk out. The next morning its our turn to drive. I take the wheel while by friend gets to work. About 20 minutes later, all the bud is rolled into many joints and we spark one up. (We smoked all but 3 by the time we got to the Ventura:smoke:)

We camped out at McGrath State Beach there in Ventura, a little crowded for my idea of a camp trip, but hey it was a surf trip not just a camping excursion. That night 2 of my friends finished off our supply that we brought and myself and friend 3 took some opiates (can't remember the name of them. Some prescrip. stuff his girl spared us.) It was a grand first night. Through out the week we'd get up surf at the campsite, then drive somewhere in the afternoon and surf, come back eat and drink around the camp fire and pass out. Almost forgot, I brought some Spice Gold with me as well and smoked that gram up in 2 nights.

Our final evening at the camp we decide we should go to the Ventura COunty fair that was going on that weekend. Great idea! and then I had another idea to make it that much greater... Robotussin! the quick easy and cheap trip for all to enjoy. Only not all of us did it, just myself and friend 3.
By this time in the week friend 2 (who rolled all them J's) was itchin for some sticky. Being in a Medical Pot state we knew it'd be easy to find. We surfed Malibu earlier that afternoon and asked around the line up only to get the same answer from everyone, "Sorry man I got none on me its all at home. My buddy has his medical card though if your gunna be in town." Of course we would have to leave so it was all no good.
We got back to ventura and went to get some In and Out, but the hint was still on. #2 was desperate. Suddenly some guy stoner looking guy rolls up on his longboard, "Hey man, you got any bud," #2 asks.
Again, the same answer,"No but my buddy has his card?" Only this time theres the addition of,"...He works at the hotel around the corner, I'm about to go have a cig with him." So off to the hotel to the mystery man. Sure enough he has the goods, but his boss is there and he can't get a break for 30min. We tell him thats fine we're staying at McGrath and we'll be back in a few.

So we stop off at the Rite Aide for the tussin, then head to camp. #3 and I stay there and get things ready for our night of mayhem, while #1 and #2 head back to the In and Out where they are to meet.

........ABout an hour and a half later they return. With some screens(for my little spice pipe) a new $5 pipe, and of course, a fresh 1/8 oz of some top notch medical.

We smoke a little bowl in the car to celebrate. And then... #3 and I drink down the syrup:yummy:. Taste is awful as usual.

about 20 minutes later we head down the road to the fair. Get in walk around and then it hits me as we are boarding the first ride. The first wave of dxm is taking affect.

We strap in and hold on as this spinning swinging ship departs from the ramp and we spin and swing our way through lights, sounds, and unspeakable things. It's not tooo intense since im only feeling the first wave, but it does kick me off to a great start.

We then head for the ferris wheel, when the drugs strat to take a stronger grip on my reality.

On top of the sky I can see the LA lights glowing high into the sky, blocking out any possible hope of seeing a single star(I love the stars when I trip).

We make a safe landing and head out of the fair, robo walk is now in full effect, and I feared my cover was blown. I was certain I looked like a mad man, parading around in the same vein as Hunter S. in Fear and Loathing. But alas, no stares, no comments, no police.

Nothing happens and we make our way to the car.

In about 3 seconds we're back at the camp have a fire roaring and are puffing on another bowl, when #3 and I realize what has to be done...

Scene: In the background scene from our camp, we can see an empty feild of weird allow plants, dry dry ground, and beyond that, an Oil Drilling plant!

We quickly grab our Ipods and head phones, sink up the album Alopecia by. WHY? and make our way through the desert wasteland. Many times during our journey we ran into dead ends. The trail ends and suddenly we’re surrounded my small prickly cacti and strange aloe plants (I have no idea what those plants are and neither did any of the park rangers, if you know what I’m talk about please tell me the plants name). Nothing to do now, but DANCE!!! DXM inspired movements guiding our feet through the maze of cactus and aloe, not once stepping down on a single thorn.

After what seems like 5 hours of hiking (actually only 15 minutes) we’re at the gates. Suddenly the mood is changed. No longer are we dancing, laughing and wobbling about. Things have gotten serious. We make our way up to the fence, keeping low and trying to stay hidden. Oil pumps churning in the background, bright lights casting shadows to conceal our movements, huge letters spelling CRUDE OIL on the sides of large tanks connected by a series of pipes and catwalks, but not a single person around.
We make our way around the perimeter and head for the nearest oil platform, taking off our headphones on the way. We see a ladder and decide to get a better view. The next thing I know I’m on top of an oil platform looking over a Crude Oil collection area and I am tripping balls…HARD.
We make our way back down the ladder and head into the main arena. Hundreds of levers surround us. Many flashing buttons and controls draw us in, but we resist(#3 isn’t tripping all that much because he took his tussin on a completely full stomach). We then make our way to the tanks. Up the catwalks to get a closer look we gaze into the filth of our societies crazing. Everything has oil spilt on it and everything is getting to real to fast. That’s when we notice another platform, far taller than the last. Suddenly I’m way up the ladder and stepping off on a platform, only to realize I’m only half way up.
Atop the tower the view is breathtaking. The town of Ventura glows in front of us, the Pacific Ocean to our back. Creaking gears and a wobbly platform create an industrial soundtrack fitting for my robotic dxm movements.
And then we see them; headlights turning off the highway and down the road to our location. We make our way down and back to the bushes where we wait for several minutes. No one comes. It seems we were mistaken about our discovery; we really wanted to have to break for too L
We decide it’s time to head back to camp. This time the trek lasts only a few moments; an obvious sign that the trip is fading out.

We spend our last few hours of consciousness lying in our respective sleeping arrangements playing portable video games on #3’s new ipod touch.
As I drift away I realize how incredible my time in California was. The drive over in itself was an amazing feat, and we still had to make it back!

On the way back to Florida we stop off in Vegas, see the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and do some climbing, get to Meteor crater 30 minutes to late, and see some amazing landscapes worthy of a post card.
We traveled through 12 states, totaled over 70 hours driving, and put about 5,000 miles on #2’s Hyundai Sata Fe (pulling a Uhaul trailer the whole way).
The greatest vacation I’ve ever had. ]]> Real Life Stories SanFermin http://forum.grasscity.com/real-life-stories/499729-greatest-surf-trip-ever-taken.html