Pancakes gone wrong..........

[bububuBuddha]

So this actually happened to me and my boyfriend, we had just moved out on our own and (as is customary) smoked a bowl in our new apt. About 20 minutes later we've both got the munchies like crazy. So my boyfriend decides to make us both some pancakes. I took no time in pointing out the fact that neither of us had a skillet to cook on.
"That's not a problem," he said as he walked over to our end tables, "I'll just use this."
And to my suprise, he picks up the square piece of glass, that sits on top of our end table, and starts walking over to our electric stove intending to cook the pancakes on it.
"You can't put glass on the stove babe. It's going to break." I said. Unsuccessfully trying to stifle my laughter. (I tend to get the giggles when I'm high)
"Sure you can," he tries telling me, "Glass gets hot enough for you to melt it, it's not going to break."
He then set the glass down on the stove top, turned it on high, and walked over to the couch where my friend and I were sitting.
No more than 3 minutes had gone by before we heard the glass shatter and saw shards of glass everywhere.
"Hey Einstein, your glass broke." Was my obvious response to his (for lack of a better word) stupidity.
Right as I said this, he reached into the cupboard and pulled out my cookie sheet.
"You're not going to cook pancakes on my cookie sheet. It's gonna burn."
"No it's not. It's metal," He then proceeded to rap his knuckles against the cookie sheet (as if I didn't know) and informed me that "Metal doesn't burn, duh."

Just to kind of sum this whole story up, I ended up with a kitchen full of broken glass and a cookie sheet with a black, warped, burn about 7" in diameter right in the middle. Since then, our apartment has been through all kinds of high moments. Most of which include dropped coals from the hookah.....

I know the rest of you have some high stories to share...... (this forum is called 'Grass City'. ) so post them. I could go for a laugh.

[Cali Ounces]

one time i tried to dry a blunt in the microwave. . .

on a sheet of aluminum foil. and i was so high my roommate just let me do it.

five seconds later that shit was arcing all up and then i remembered metal doesnt go in the microwave.



stoner moments ftw.