What is the highest you have ever been?

I don't know, they all blend together over the years.

 

One of the first times I smoked, the first time I smoked some good stuff. The only time I've had actual visual hallucinations from weed. Everything looked very wavy, like if you can imagine things no longer having straight edges but sort of taking on the pattern of a fingerprint, no I'm not exagerrating. I felt like the trix rabbit just laying on the couch watching futurama. At one point I remember fry saying "did everything just taste blue there for a second" and i knew exactly what he meant. After maybe 2 hours of intense introspection I got up and all my friends started laughing at me because apparently I was waddling when I tried to walk, o good times. Even when I took a month long t-break I never got back to there, what gives?

 

[quote name='"greengirl1515"']The highest I've gotten is when I smoked two joints and three bowls in about a three hour time period. I could literally see the music that was playing at the time [/quote]

When I smoked a blunt to the face at age 16

 

I was convinced I was a native american

 

first time i smoked... brownie while sippin on 151 then hit a couple bowls... literally thought i was on a plane..

 

I climbed mt everest so that's how high

 

Literally just last night. I smoked one joint, but the haze I smoked had shit loads of THC in with it. After 5 minutes of finishing it I went to the moon and my head was spinning.
I looked at my friend who was lighting up from a bong and I said to him 'let me have a toot on your space flute' ... He started laughing, but his laugh was echoing in my head. I tried to look at him normally but i'd have an uncontrollable urge to turn my head, jam my eyes shut and clench my jaw smiling. >
I'd then turn back and look at my friend normally for a second, and then do it again and this carried on for about 3 minutes.
After this I was on all fours laughing hard. My 3 mates were in the room just standing there laughing at me. I sat back on the bed while they started rolling their joints, but when I looked at the walls I saw the ripples in water when you drop a stone in it (it makes that growing circle shape). I jumped up and was like 'oh my god the water on the walls are moving!'
Again my mates crack up, I go over to my mate and grab the sleeve on his shirt and cover my eyes with it and he's like 'HAHAHA wtf bro!?' ... I thought if i couldn't see it, it wouldnt happen.
My feet started to sweat alot, mind you i was wearing two pairs of socks, in a hot room, and still seeing those ripples i looked at the floor and i swear i thought i was in water! i kept clutching my feet saying 'my feet are soaked, guys there is too much water in here!'
5 straight minutes of the greatest laugh i've ever had in my life followed, and was made worse when my brazilian friend was making this high pitch laugh and speaking in brazilian because he was laughing so hard. And it was one of those laughs were you stop breathing and start banging the floor with your fist ...
It was a good night!

 

i got so high with my old friend and his mom once. we smoked three joints of super dank bud in his room until we all fell asleep. i was watching super 8, but i completely forgot what it was about

 

Last 4/20, we picked up two ounces of dank and after about the first ounce my buddy just face planted and passed out. We had four pieces going around with four people the entire time and it still took us a good couple of hours to smoke just an ounce of it. After my buddy passed out though we had a little over an ounce left, and we decided to order pizza but we had no money so I talked the Papa Johns employee to giving us two large pizza's because we were blazed and we ordered it to the neighbors house just in case if anything went down (we were paranoid as hell LOL) and we were sitting in my buddy's truck and the remaining three of us all lit up our own personal blunts and the pizza guy came 20 minutes early it was literally so smokey in the truck you couldn't see your hands in front of your face.

 

[quote name='"greengirl1515"']Okay last night I was watching Cabin in the Woods and was so high I started to believe I was the stoner guy Marty. I'm female btw [/quote]

That coffee mug was so fucking legit.
The movie was pretty good too, I didnt expect much but it was enjoyable especially after a few bong packs. Haha

 

[quote name='"CubensisMastah"']Last 4/20, we picked up two ounces of dank and after about the first ounce my buddy just face planted and passed out. We had four pieces going around with four people the entire time and it still took us a good couple of hours to smoke just an ounce of it. After my buddy passed out though we had a little over an ounce left, and we decided to order pizza but we had no money so I talked the Papa Johns employee to giving us two large pizza's because we were blazed and we ordered it to the neighbors house just in case if anything went down (we were paranoid as hell LOL) and we were sitting in my buddy's truck and the remaining three of us all lit up our own personal blunts and the pizza guy came 20 minutes early it was literally so smokey in the truck you couldn't see your hands in front of your face.[/quote]
*cracks window and smoke pours out*
"Hey pizza guy! Yeah over here just put the pizza through the window." lmao
Im suprised the cops werent called.

 

Fuckin'. I took a giant break after 420, and just started smoking a few months ago.
My tolerance went way down, and I just remember I came inside my friends house and had scratched the mosquito bites on my legs, and I was overwhelmed by the feeling of it. I was in a lot of pain to be honest. And my friends kept trying to talk to me but my vision was jumping really bad and I kept getting lost in my thoughts. I remember wondering how the fuck I was gonna walk back to my friend's house.

 

like reeeaaaally high

 

This will be a lengthy read but...

Back in my last months of highschool I knew this guy that slanged mad shit. Pounds of all types of weed plus your other street drugs. He was cool and pretty big. He ran an online magazine and I was in his first couple issues. I did some graffiti for him and also had my car in there to. I actually got to hang out and hit a bong with them while they had tommy chong on the phone for an interview. That was pretty frikin sweet.

So anyway my best friend lived like a mile down the road from him so we put that connect to great use. He was the type that would only deal with me nobody else no exceptions. I call him up one day with an offer to trade him the main unit for a suround sound system for how ever many G's I could get off him. I told him it was my homies and asked if he was cool to run along with me. He said ok and we headed over.

This is where shit changes. We knock and we greet/introduce each other. I can immediately tell he is fuuuuuucked up on some other shit. So we go in and head down to the basement. I swear the second we got down there this big burly motherfucker blacks out. Looks at me then my dude and starts freaking the fuck out. He was saying shit like; "I told you never to bring anyone else here." "are you the cops? Your the fucking cops." He was tripping out on us hard core saying that were not aloud to leave till we prove to him were not cops. So finally after several black outs and harassment we get our weed. He brought out 7 different bags all looked to be about a pound a bag. We get to choose or mix and match different buds and decide we better smoke with him.

This was back when we wouldn't blaze unless we were in the safety of our own home. Newby shit ya know. So we were kind of sweating it. We finally tell him well smoke and we start opening our sack to break some down. He immediately says no were smoking my shit. Then grabs all the bags he had laid out and brings them in a backroom that we were never aloud in. He comes out with a bag of some shit that looked like some broken down bud. Now I can't tell you what was in that bag but to me it looked like weed. Maybe it was "wet" Idk.

He packs up a bong and my friend and I just look at each other with that oh shit face on. Our first bong rips out of a big bong. It goes around and gets to me. I milk n clear it then pass it to my friend. The second I hit it I knew I was on for something else I was instantly stoned. My friend who wasn't even as season'd of a smoker as me goes next. He milks it and just start coughing and I knew he felt just like me. My dude yells at him to clear it and my friend holds thebong out in front of with just staring at it then tries to clear the bong from the stem. Thankfully we stopped him and adjusted the bong for him and he clears his first hit and gets up coughing and just starts walking around the basement coughing.

I sit and wait for it to come back around. I get it hit it and instantly demanded my buddy to get back in the circle and take his hit NOW. I was beyond fucked up after that hit. So he hits it and I stand up and said we gotta go. My dude agrees as fast as he could. We walk up the stairs which looked like the never ending stairs in marios castle or what ever that game was on N64. We get upstairs and I'm literally having the hardest time putting my shoes on.

Finally we step out the front door and get out side we both looked at eachother and ask eachother if the other felt like they were in a movie. We were feeling so trippy. I parked maybe 50 yards down the road on another street. Honestly a short walk but it felt like hours before we got there. We sit in my car and all I remember was my friend asking if I was good enough to drive. I wasn't but didn't hesitate to say I was bc I wanted to gtfo of there. Next thing I remember we were stoped at a stop sign a mile down the road and my friend was asking the same question, are you ok to drive? Mind you were both freaking out and as high as we have ever been. We head back to my house with my system bumping and you could feel every vibration of the subs as they passed through your body, the road was wobbling every time the base hit like it was bouncing my eyes around in my making trails. At one point while I was driving my brain litterally didn't process the fact that I was in a car. I was litterally tripping my balls off. I was just sitting down in a seat hovering down the road laughing my ass off watching the road wobble everytime the base hit. Now we are both tripping balls and don't even care that were this fucked up anymore. We were just laughing are asses off like crazy. Cracking jokes about how we hope what ever we smoked was in the bag we just bought lol. We finally get to my dads and go inside. By now everyone is sleeping and its a school night so we raid the kitchen for munchies. My vision at this point is litterally all black and white. I open the fridge and there it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A glowing pitcher of red cool aid the only color I could see. I pour a cup faster then you could say jimmy Johnson but shit gets even wierder. When I chugged this amazing glass of cool aid my vision went from looking out of my eyes to seeing like my eyes were in the back of my throat. I letterally watched this cool aid poor out of the cup and run down my tounge. It was the most invigerating thing in my life. I slammed the cup down after chugging it poured another and forced my friend to chug it as I explained what happend. After all that we go downstairs to go to sleep. As I was trying to fall asleep I could feel this thorn bush winding up my legs to my chest and I swore that when it got to my heart I would die but every time it got jist ender my chest it would start over. The whole next at school I was soooo out of it I just felt super spacy.

Tl;dr I got high as fuck!

 

[quote name='"BongManManMan"']This will be a lengthy read but...

Back in my last months of highschool I knew this guy that slanged mad shit. Pounds of all types of weed plus your other street drugs. He was cool and pretty big. He ran an online magazine and I was in his first couple issues. I did some graffiti for him and also had my car in there to. I actually got to hang out and hit a bong with them while they had tommy chong on the phone for an interview. That was pretty frikin sweet.

So anyway my best friend lived like a mile down the road from him so we put that connect to great use. He was the type that would only deal with me nobody else no exceptions. I call him up one day with an offer to trade him the main unit for a suround sound system for how ever many G's I could get off him. I told him it was my homies and asked if he was cool to run along with me. He said ok and we headed over.

This is where shit changes. We knock and we greet/introduce each other. I can immediately tell he is fuuuuuucked up on some other shit. So we go in and head down to the basement. I swear the second we got down there this big burly motherfucker blacks out. Looks at me then my dude and starts freaking the fuck out. He was saying shit like; "I told you never to bring anyone else here." "are you the cops? Your the fucking cops." He was tripping out on us hard core saying that were not aloud to leave till we prove to him were not cops. So finally after several black outs and harassment we get our weed. He brought out 7 different bags all looked to be about a pound a bag. We get to choose or mix and match different buds and decide we better smoke with him.

This was back when we wouldn't blaze unless we were in the safety of our own home. Newby shit ya know. So we were kind of sweating it. We finally tell him well smoke and we start opening our sack to break some down. He immediately says no were smoking my shit. Then grabs all the bags he had laid out and brings them in a backroom that we were never aloud in. He comes out with a bag of some shit that looked like some broken down bud. Now I can't tell you what was in that bag but to me it looked like weed. Maybe it was "wet" Idk.

He packs up a bong and my friend and I just look at each other with that oh shit face on. Our first bong rips out of a big bong. It goes around and gets to me. I milk n clear it then pass it to my friend. The second I hit it I knew I was on for something else I was instantly stoned. My friend who wasn't even as season'd of a smoker as me goes next. He milks it and just start coughing and I knew he felt just like me. My dude yells at him to clear it and my friend holds thebong out in front of with just staring at it then tries to clear the bong from the stem. Thankfully we stopped him and adjusted the bong for him and he clears his first hit and gets up coughing and just starts walking around the basement coughing.

I sit and wait for it to come back around. I get it hit it and instantly demanded my buddy to get back in the circle and take his hit NOW. I was beyond fucked up after that hit. So he hits it and I stand up and said we gotta go. My dude agrees as fast as he could. We walk up the stairs which looked like the never ending stairs in marios castle or what ever that game was on N64. We get upstairs and I'm literally having the hardest time putting my shoes on.

Finally we step out the front door and get out side we both looked at eachother and ask eachother if the other felt like they were in a movie. We were feeling so trippy. I parked maybe 50 yards down the road on another street. Honestly a short walk but it felt like hours before we got there. We sit in my car and all I remember was my friend asking if I was good enough to drive. I wasn't but didn't hesitate to say I was bc I wanted to gtfo of there. Next thing I remember we were stoped at a stop sign a mile down the road and my friend was asking the same question, are you ok to drive? Mind you were both freaking out and as high as we have ever been. We head back to my house with my system bumping and you could feel every vibration of the subs as they passed through your body, the road was wobbling every time the base hit like it was bouncing my eyes around in my making trails. At one point while I was driving my brain litterally didn't process the fact that I was in a car. I was litterally tripping my balls off. I was just sitting down in a seat hovering down the road laughing my ass off watching the road wobble everytime the base hit. Now we are both tripping balls and don't even care that were this fucked up anymore. We were just laughing are asses off like crazy. Cracking jokes about how we hope what ever we smoked was in the bag we just bought lol. We finally get to my dads and go inside. By now everyone is sleeping and its a school night so we raid the kitchen for munchies. My vision at this point is litterally all black and white. I open the fridge and there it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. A glowing pitcher of red cool aid the only color I could see. I pour a cup faster then you could say jimmy Johnson but shit gets even wierder. When I chugged this amazing glass of cool aid my vision went from looking out of my eyes to seeing like my eyes were in the back of my throat. I letterally watched this cool aid poor out of the cup and run down my tounge. It was the most invigerating thing in my life. I slammed the cup down after chugging it poured another and forced my friend to chug it as I explained what happend. After all that we go downstairs to go to sleep. As I was trying to fall asleep I could feel this thorn bush winding up my legs to my chest and I swore that when it got to my heart I would die but every time it got jist ender my chest it would start over. The whole next at school I was soooo out of it I just felt super spacy.

Tl;dr I got high as fuck![/quote]

I actually read that whole thing. Lmao Good story though I think that was wet that you smoked because I doubt any fire weed would fuck you up like that off one hit right away.
Only time I feel that way is when im drunk and high and driving. Haha
Stay high man!