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Short but funny story - when strange things happen to stoned kids
Well this happened maybe freshman or sophomore year of highschool. It was the middle of a summers day and I was home alone - with the exception of workers outside putting in a wooden fence. Anyway, I decide to blaze up. Crack a window, get a fan, put a towel under the door, turn on the tv. Same routine every time. Well, About 30 minutes after I'd smoked my doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting anybody so I figured it was a solicitor and decided I was curious. I go to the door and open it up and theres a fireman. Immediately I start freaking out. Did somebody see smoke blowing out the window (from my exhales) and call the fire department? Was my house actually on fire? No, the workers in my back yard had actually hit a gasline and I was in danger. I just said fuck it, ran inside grabbed my sack and took a bike ride. My house ended up not blowing up and I got a huge kick out of the whole situation.
Imagine what I was thinking when I opened the door and what the fireman was thinking; probably 2 completely different things, and I bet you could tell by my facial expression
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