Okay. Well if you have seen the show its about crazy ways people died. so if you have a crazy near death experience explain it and give a title like they do at the end of the story. I was chillen in my room today about to blaze. When I was finished breaking up what I wanted I had a little nug left over and put it in my inhaler for safe keeping until I decided what to do with it. So after smoking I decide to take a hit off my inhaler to do a little exercise. I forgot the nug was in the inhaler and when I hit it the nug went flying into the back of my throat. lol. I was choking and no one was around luckly I coughed and it came flying back up. Its funny now but crazy when it happened. "SAY NO TO NUGZ"
hitting a rattlesnake with the butt of your rifle,,, just to have it go off,,,, blowing off your face,
I was sleeping with my rifle and a snake came and wrapped around it and pulled the trigg-- oh wait...
i told my mom the only way you could die from weed was if you were smoking a blunt and a chunk of budd flew back in your throat and you choked. needless to say the very thing happened to me the same day when i was driving, luckily i had a beverage.
overdosed on x one time and on coke one time probably closest I have come to dying, actually just remembered alcohol poisoning for sure closest I have come to dying
Ha ha ha One time I was under the influence of something where I needed to drink water, but I got so drunk, I forgot to drink water(ha ha. Idiot). Ended up laid out in the car, not being able to speak until my friend brought me the life saving bottle of h2o. I've learned my lesson ha ha
Billy, like many college fratboys, was a stoner. One night, Billy and his boys and bros decided to raise the roof with a rager (camera shows a bunch of douchebags in striped collared polos, loafers and backwards matching baseball caps high-fiving and pounding their chests like primates). The guests poured in the house like the beer they were pouring down their throats. Billy and his cohort retreated into the basement to get stoned and stupid. After blazing their brains out, Billy had the bright idea to climb into a small crawlspace to hotbox it. He maneuvered himself into the space and his friends sealed him up inside, giggling like giddy schoolgirls. Billy began boxing, but soon surmised something was botched. He started coughing uncontrollably while convulsing from his lungs burning. He couldn't see through the haze while his red eyes teared up. Panicking, he desperately clawed at the door trying to free himself. His friends laughed and chided Billy for "choking like a bitch," but what they and Billy weren't aware of, was that Billy was violently allergic to the type of insulation used in the crawlspace. In a last ditch effort to escape, Billy dropped his peace pipe, setting the inside of the crawlspace on fire. Billy roasted to death doing what he loved: roasting bud Cannabis Crematorium
Rolling a Toyota 4Runner off a hundred foot hill. I think the only reason I lived was because I belted Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" at the top of my lungs. Everyone just kinda stared at me for being stoned as fuck, but hey, I lived to tell the tale.
A close friend of mine ran outta gas so another friend filled up a gas can and bailed him out. Later, four of us went into his car, which still had the gas can with a lil bit left in it. Seconds before we sparked the blunt we realized that we probably could blow ourselves to bits if any gas ignited at all, so we merked. We had also eaten some, earthly drugs, a few hours earlier, quite an experience
One time i was walking to my friend's house (good thing i wasn't high at the time, my reaction time would've definitely suffered) and i almost got plowed by a van. I was kind of dumb and ran across the road without checking my left side (saw my right was good) and was not even a few feet from getting smashed to pieces by this big van. Thank god i wasn't high, because i was able to quickly side-hop away from that shit, but it really scared me. I remember taking a deep breath on the other side of the road, and just thinking to myself about how closely i went from an otherwise normal day to nearly being a chunk of dead roadkill. Still kicking though, so someone was watching over me.
i once new a guy that bought a big 3 foot bong and while he was filling it with water the first time he spilled some, so he went to go get a mop. on his way back he slipped on fell on the bong which impaled him, straight through his left lung all the way through his body which then slowly slid down the long glass shaft of the bong.