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| GetSmoked Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Southwest FL
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| Re: Stories Of People Messing With Your Mind While High
Ok ULTIMATE trip... I was at my friends apartment for a little get together and when i get there its just me 2 friends (one being the brother of the kid whos apartment it is) and his wife. me, the kid whos apartment it was and and the 3rd friend decide its time to go blaze. we go into my car in the parking lot, light the blunt and toked away. we go back in to see the kids cousin sitting on the couch. HE'S A COP!!! off duty of course and he's NYPD....were in long island so really no jurisdiction. but anyway the friend who didnt toke with us (the cops other cousin) decides to start asking question like.... "even though your a city cop, if you caught people with drugs could you enforce any laws?" and im looking at my friend like dude WTF are you thinking?!?!? ohh man what a buzzkill i wouldnt move from my spot on the couch all night....what a trip
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| Purple Font Girl :) Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Rollin', Rollin', Rollin', we ain't slept in weeks.
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| Re: Stories Of People Messing With Your Mind While High This one time I was smoking with these kids (they were like 17) and we were hot boxing and I got pretty fucking high (I remember it being the first time in 6 weeks that I had smoked). These kids try to pull the "box" on me. Which is pretending to put this invisible box on someones head and for some reason some newbie stoners believe that they are actually stuck in a box when they do that to them. They try a few more times and the whole time, though I was blasted, I kept saying "dude, I've done that trick to people too many times. I am not going to fall for it" and they gave up. Major fail.
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| Eclectic Red Eye Knight Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: U.S.
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Putin: well, commrade, let us begin out talks on nuclear proliferation. You: Nah, man that was last week. Putin: (nonplussed) it was? You: Yeah bro, you said we'd dismantle our nukes and make houses out of the missiles for under developed countries. Putin: I did? You: uhhh....yeah. Putin: so what was this weeks meeting about? You: a world wide campagin to seed the world with cannabis. we talked about this last week too. Putin: (confused, but not wanting to lose face) Oh yes! i remember! how can we help you? See?
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| Eclectic Red Eye Knight Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: U.S.
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That's baller
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| High Artist & Stenciller Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: Oregon
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| Registered User Join Date: May 2008
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HAHA funny indeed, so I will share one for you. It was freshman year of college and every other weekend while we were living on campus, we decided to go for a drive to find a new chill spot to bake the car out. "Down to blaze tonight?" "For sure, but I was planning on picking up at this house party around 11" "You straight man we got a half of some chronic" Knowing myself, I hate to turn down free weed, so I grab my jacket and bring along sarah (typical stoner slut). Im at the wheel, ryan, stacy and nate in the back, while sarah riding shotgun. Once we hit the main road, nate is bout to light up a blunt. "Nah man, check this shit out" As he pulls out this box from his back pack. "Here, plug this cord into the cigarrette lighter." Apparently, he built one of those diy blunt blasters as I would call it. Basically its a blunt in a vile glass, with two hoses coming out of it. One connects to a fan that is powered by the car battery, and the other blows out dank non stop. We are almost at the spot now, its a nice open area in the forest surrounded by trees. So we all just get out and chill for awhile on the grass passing a blunt, and passing this long clear tube from the car (about 20 feet). Were just chillin, chatting bout exams from earlier that day. I start to realize sarah getting turned on, so I head for the back looking for a blanket. As Im walking back I notice another car coming. "Hey check it out, looks like we may be having an orgie tonight" As im pointing to the oncoming car. Suddenly a spotlight, and then Whoop Whoop. "SHIT, everyone in the car!" I wasn't worried that much about the paraphernalia or the weed, as we could have just ate the shit, or threw it in the pond, as it was less just a qtr or so by then. No I was thinking about what was in the trunk. No you see, I am an avid hunter, and living on campus so close to deer season, I decided to keep my shit in the trunk, as guns were not permitted in the dorms. Yes this was my mistake but I cant change the past, so here goes. Yes I like many of you enjoy the thrill of shooting a gun, as it is a real good stress reliever. So much so, that when deer season comes around, I take no interest in shooting the deer, but use the car as my portable shooting range! You take a moment to just picture the cops looking for more weed in the car. No, there is none? Why cant we search? Ahh, OK calling the K9. Whats this? A gun? FUCK A SHITLOAD OF GUNS! AND WEED! Yeah I would be FUCKED, as the deer hunting story would fall to pieces if you were to know exactly what kind of guns I am talking about. Nevertheless, WE BOOK IT. "Fuck man, do you have any idea how fucked we are?" "Dude just pull over! I cant man, OPEN the compartment in the back!" "I CANT, TOO MANY BOOKBAGS!" "I got it I got it" "SHIT WHAT THE FUCK" "WHO THE FUCk" "WERE GOING TO DIE!" Meanwhile I am doing about 90 on these crazy ass dirt roads, swearving like a motherfker just to kick up shit so the car behind me couldnt see. "What the fuck are we gonna do? Man, you cant be involving me in this shit? The girls are screaming!" "No worries, at this next turn, you are all going to bail out, and run in opposite directions. I will continue driving, The cop wont stop and go after you, he will go after me. TRUST ME." Ryan and sarah are like "Fuck that, Im sticking with you!" "NO, JUST GO, and once you see the cop keeps following me, Wait 5 min, and come back to the middle of the road. I will call a friend to pick you up." As the turn approaches, we all get ready! You can see the rocks fly as I slam oon the brakes. Everyone bolts, I slam it in reverse to close the doors, and jam on the gas. Just like I thought, the fuker keeps on my tail. I see a patch of trees coming up on the right hand side, and I pull onto the grass behind them. The cops get out of their car, and start heading to my car! I open the door and can barely stand, we are all literally on the gound laughing up a storm! Fucking dying of laughter, you just cant believe. You see my buddy vance has an impala ex cop car, and we were pulling a prank on them for losing us money last week on beer pong Shit was hillarious. Nevertheless, we go to my trunk and roll up a couple blunts. "We should probably go back and pick up those bitches eh?" "Haha but of course sarahs back there, think im sleeping alone tonight, you must be joking! --- Good Times, Stay in school ![]() P.S. Stock Market Lives On |
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| Rave-Chip Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: 901TN
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he was like always against anything "illegal" or "bad", so it was a big deal that he finally agreed to toke up with me. 2 things i didnt tell him: 1. this shit was some NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE ass dank 2. potent as fuck, and that "hes mama called" *wink**wink*, tellin him to come home lik a hour ago ![]() so needless to say after we smoked i fucked with him, as a way to get revenge for the bullshit that flowed from his mouth me: *after 4th bowl* dude....remeber your mom called you him: DUDe DUUUUDE no way man no way dude nooo man *he was fucking gone lol* me: dude she said she knows him: KNOWS WHAT MANN me:....*dramatic pause*......E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. HIM: OH SHIT DAWG....FUCK man fuck dude FuCk me:*laughs* him: dude ima leave me:'ite, but dnt get caught now so, he ran back to his neighborhood (twenty minutes away by foot) and got all the way to his house b4 i told him to calm down and go back to my house and sober made. shit was funny, and felt good ![]() btw if you didnt catch on his mom never called ![]() moral of the story is: dont noc it til you try it, and karamas a camileion, it comes and goes, comes and goes, oh wooah woah a woah lol peace
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| El Guitaristo Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Canada
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| Re: Stories Of People Messing With Your Mind While High
I'm blazed, casually walking downtown from our local headshop when this bum on a bike drives by and stops me. He asks me to pick a card, to which I respond, "what cards?" He then slides a deck of cards from his sleeve. ![]() So I pick a card (ace of spades) and put it back in the deck. The bum reshuffles his cards, looks me in the eye (without drawing a card himself) and says, "you picked the ace of spades, didn't you?" I'm looking at him like...what the fuck man? and then he flips the top card and its the ace of spades. The bum looks me in the eye with the most serious face I've ever seen and says, "I made you think that," and without another word he hopped on his bike and took off. Biggest mind fuck ever. |
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| ehh.. Mercutio? Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: among friends.. my dog's around here somewhere reading
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| Re: Stories Of People Messing With Your Mind While High
when your buddies break your balls you hit them with your left hook to the body its closer to them (your lead hand) its your left hand (percieved to be less dangerous, so you get style points and bonus badass factor because of the damage its not supposed to do) and finally its not to the head so you wont bruise or break anything. aim for something fleshy, but not a vital organ like the liver, which is the location of choice for someone trying to damage another with a left hand to the body. you dont want to hurt your buddy, you want to get his attention and make a statement about your friendship. my favorite shots are to the instide of the shoulder, where it becomes the pec. it turns the body, like bushing a lever or button. if you hit his left shoulder and his right shoulder comes forward its a good shot give yourself an angle. this will make sure that you've got a shot with which you can the power you feel neccessary, as well as make sure he cant come back immediately with a shot of his own unless he steps to the side first.
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