13th floor of a hotel!

Or you dropped it because you were high...

 

is your room number 666?

 

are you in room 1408?

 

I think superstition is just if you think something bad will happen it will.

 

1408 would be on the 14th floor DUHHHHHHHH

where u in room 1313? lol

 

Sorry OP did you mean because its Friday and your on the 13th floor? Im a little confused on what being on the 13th floor would do unless that's it.

 

A lot of hotels literally skip a 13th floor because people are supersticious and all of that.

 

Did you at least go and look for the fallen joint? It couldn't have gone that far...

 

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A lot of hotels literally skip a 13th floor because people are supersticious and all of that.[/quote]

How would that work? Would the 14th floor still be the 13th floor?

 

13 floors is pretty damn high up lol...
joints are pretty light and wind will blow it quite easily.. if its windy..
I'd probably call it a lost cause too

 

I'm also pretty sure a standard firefighters ladder is only 12 stories high like the ones on the truck.

Never got it why the hotels "skip the 13th floor" like really do hotel owners think we're that stupid "oh 10, 11, 12, 14, 15, 16, 17" sorry but that STILL MAKES A 13th FLOOR! the 13th from the ground is still 13 no matter what number ya wanna slap on it.

 

there still is a 13th floor, its just called 14

 

Imagine the story if rollin was the OP.

"The elevator stopped working halfway down, and it was annoying as fuck. Someone tried to mug me.. but I kicked their ass and they ran away; I had a fucking joint to look for, what a fucking distraction. I started searching and almost immediately found a $20 bill. I quickly whipped out my phone and texted my friend who lives around the area. He came over with some bud while I continued on my quest. We teamed up and found the joint in 5 minutes, 20 feet from the building, nbd. So then we smoke it and 2 more j's afterwards.

So we were just walking around town after smoking, and I swear to god; we met the 2 hottest chicks ever. We asked them if they wanted to go to the bar with us. (We hadn't actually been planning on going to the bar.. I am just quick at thinking on my feet) They said yes, and so we went. We got pretty buzzed and were having a good time. Suddenly, out of the fucking blue they turn their heads and look at each other, grin in synchronicity, look back at us - and, I shit you not, at the same exact time they say: 'Down to fuck?' Shock. I'm proud to say it only took me a second to recover and answer with 'Fuck yes.'

We headed to my friend's place. As soon as we were all inside, the anticipation in the air was practically palpable. To our future despair, the anticipations were for 2 different reasons. My friend and I were horny and ready to fuck these girls. They, however, were hungry and ready to eat us. We turned around and there were 2 ALIENS standing there!!!!

My friend passed out, and I had a quick decision to make - stay and see if their finger-sized teeth and arm-length claws were solely for communication and designed to end in points due to fully enhanced receivers/transmitters, run the fuck away and leave my friend, or stay and try to save him. Saving both of us was not an option, these aliens would undoubtedly be too fast for me if I were to try and carry him as well. I chose to fight these fuckin' scumbags; they had a similar shape to humans, they couldn't be too bad, right? ... Right?.

Luckily, I learned jiu-jitsu when I was a wee boy, and have never stopped including it in my daily morning routine. These fuckers were slow and clumsy (weird since they were graceful as girls), and I easily mowed these fuckers over. I rushed them, catching them off guard, and poked both of their eyes out. I then tried snapping the right one's neck - with success! One was down for the count! The other had zumped back quicker than I was able to anticipate. That wasn't really much of a deterrent, though. He was still incapacitated by his eyes and making a weird scratching sound that seemed to come from everywhere. Fearing mind control, I quickly broke his neck as well. My friend chose this moment to wake up.

As it turns out, I was actually my friend and I was only dreaming. I already found the joint earlier, smoked it, went to bed, and dreamed all this shit up. Damn. That's totally what I would have done, though."

That's how I imagined it, anyway.

 

well they just dont number it floor 13 just cuz, obviously 14 = 13, but its just like that,

same with some rides,no swing number 13 cuz that 1 will fly off and kill everybody

 

It would be awesome if that joint flew over in the wind to someone who was dry and wanted some

 

Or it landed on a flying squirrel who flew it over to someone who was dry and wanted some.