Me too man me too.... I mean i wish i had more weed. Not like idk what im saying. Damn Im not crazy, youre crazy! Sent from my LG-E980 using Grasscity Forum mobile app
We need someone to call out Pokesmot247 and Omega369 Sent from my SGH-I337M using Grasscity Forum mobile app
no thank you old school smoker, youre the reason i decided to finally make an account. Long time lurker, just joined the other week Sent from my VS980 4G using Grasscity Forum mobile app
an omega369 thread would be sweet, he always delivers Sent from my VS980 4G using Grasscity Forum mobile app
Lol he has a couple they usually involve one of his sex toy. You know like the one where his dad walked in on him in the bathroom while he was fucking his pc mounted flesh light watching porn with another sex toy up his ass to massage his prostate. I laugh my ass off when I read his stories. Now Old School just cause you have your own thread does not mean you can slack on commenting on other threads lol. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
I think I already posted the story about how i ordered food in a food court mall with a British accent.
Well, I am a smoker from the 70's. Hope no one minds if I jump in here. I was born in Texas, right on the border; Grayson County to be exact. Nose to nose with the enemy for the first 17 years of my life. I lived in Glen Eden Estates on the shore of Lake Texoma and we were ever vigilant against the dreaded border bandits. We would gather our forces and our boats to have what we called a Texoma Tie Off Party. By lashing our boats together we would form a flotilla of fun in the sun and let the good times and good weed roll. With music blasting to ward off evil spirits...well, that and to get our bikini clad girlfriends dancing...bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun. It was my senior year of high school and the year was 1975. We had planned a huge gathering, we put 11 boats together that day and it was glorious! The lake was calm and we were wild and free. Through all the fun we didn't notice that we had drifted across the border, right into enemy territory. You see, the border ran down the middle of the lake and we realized that when the dreaded enemy lake patrol roared upon us. This sawed of runt stepped aboard our flotilla and started searching for contraban, then he found my sack of Panama Red. He started yelling and threatening us, with his hand on his holstered pistol. Man, we thought we were done for. Just when we thought we would all be locked up, another boat roared up and it was the Corps of Engineers lake patrol from Texas. He was a mean looking man with a face that looked as if it could cut granite and before the enemy patrol runt could say a word, the Texan established the fact that he was not going to do a damn thing to any of us and he had best get his ass out of his sight or he was going down hard. Just then the enemy runt showed the sack of weed he had found and that hard assed Texan grabbed it out of his hand and threw it into my boat. He then told the runt to get gone and he would handle this or he may as well pull that gun so he could kill him and get it over with. The little runt fired up his boat and left the area. We were all pretty well freaked out so, we just didn't do or say anything, we just waited for what happend next. Back then, any amount of weed was a felony; there were people doing more time for weed possession than for manslaughter. We knew we could all be in a lot of trouble so we were all pretty much just frozen in place. Well, that mean faced old Texan just looked at us and said, I'm going over to Loe's Highport Marina for lunch and then I'll be back this way....y'all git yur asses back on the Texas side before we have us another border war. With that said, he cranked up his boat and roared off. We were all so freaked out that none of us moved. We just stared at that fat sack of Red when one of my friends said that the old guy must be setting us up and whoever touched that weed was going to get busted and he was just waiting for us to get back on the Texas side of the border. Well, I paid $30 for that ounce, back then, that was high cost since everything else was $10 an ounce. The sack was in my boat so, the rules are that I had to do something, but as painful as it is to admit, I did nothing. That was when my girlfriend stood up, boldly hopped into my boat, picked up my weed and put in her bikini bottoms, took the captains seat, cranked my boat and yelled at me to get my ass in....oh the pain....she got me right in the Texan. I unlashed my boat...yeah, she demoted me from captain to crew.....oh the pain. She didn't even wait for me to take my seat, she hit the throttle and dumped me into my seat...my Texan was then on life support. We were about 2 miles from our boat dock below the house and she burned us into our cove at full throttle; then we were safe. We knew once were were on private property no one could touch us. Just when my ego was trying to recover Gwen said, Don't worry sweetie, I'll always protect you. Oh the pain! All of our friends straggled in and we went over the events that transpired. All the ladies were feeling pretty good about how Gwen was the most brave of the bunch and they were merciless on us guys. I told the fellows that we needed to do something to erase our disgrace. My idea was to walk to the house and grab my football so we could bash the hell out of each other for a bit but, the ladies decided we should go to the point and build a fire for some quality time. No way we could do anything other than what they wanted. They had us and they knew it. The 2 things that caused the whole thing was the damned enemy from Oklahoma and my preference for fiercely independent women. Damn! Even after all this time, that one still stings. Oh the pain.
Not there. As my Grandfather used to say, Texans & Okies have hated each other since before Moses took up building a boat. Mostly it's just in fun. Hardly anyone gets killed, mostly just maimed & severely injured.
Ok I just thought of another story. This one is a bit embarrassing. I think I might have lightly mentioned this story in a previous post. Last year, I was searching weedmaps for lab tested bud. Found a dispensary in L.A. that had 30% THC!!! fuckin aze right I went to go get that. $50 an 8th. Not a bad deal. Anyway, I was wearing a fanny pack and took the bus into L.A. (I hate driving in that city). The dispensary bud was dank ass fire for sure. The bad part about it was, that they did not use smell proof medicine bottles! They used fuckin zip lock baggies Grrrr. Now let me tell you, 30% THC bud was STINKY AS FUCK. Very strong odor. So I put the ziplock bag in my fanny pack at went to go catch the bus. I smoked a little bit of it, and i was stoned as fuck. So the bus arrives and I get on. As soon as i sat down, The ziplock baggie in my fanny pack opened up. Within seconds the entire front of the bus reeked of strong ass weed. Passengers started complaining about the smell and telling people to open up the windows. I was embarrassed as fuck. The bus driver pulls over at the next bus stop and gave me a free transfer. She told me that I would have to catch the next bus because i was stinking up the bus too much. So I got off the bus turning 10 shades of red. I should have looked at them all and said "420 blaze it fuckers!" before i left, but i did not. I resealed the baggie and was very careful on the next bus. Made it home without incident.
Ok here is another one I just remembered. 1974. I was a freshman in high school. My sister was a senior. Anyway, there is this park that is across the street from my high school. My sister wanted to introduce me to some of her senior friends and allow me, a punky ass snot nosed 14 year old to join them. I felt like such a badass! I was gonna smoke with the seniors! We were all standing in a circle in the park before school.Anyway, one guy lit up a joint and passed it around. When it got to me, I got more air than smoke on my first hit and got a huge headrush and passed out right there on the spot! I was out for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness, all the seniors were saying "oh no more for you man" and I was all whining for it. Trying to explain that I just got too much air on that hit and rushed out. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, they would not give me another hit. I was pissed to say the least and my sister was telling me to leave. They never did smoke with me again, come to think of it. And I never even got high from that sesh lol.
Ok, when I was a minor, I had a gram of hash in my ear and was arrested and went through booking and spent about 6 hours in jail and was released to my parents. I got busted with a friend who was in the cell next to me and we could talk to each other. I told him about the g of hash in my ear and when we get outta there we gonna smoke it up. And we did. And it got us high.