well this was a while ago like around xmas we bought a nice 30 sack from a good freind and we went to my oher friends house john we got there and rolled up a monster we used 3 peach phillies to roll it up it was a monster and weve had the sack for about 2 months mabey 3 got damn i was so fucked up i didnt know what hit me i mean mny body felt like a bean bag it was great but i mean i couldnt move and you know the little white balls in a bean bag man i felt like there were millions inside of me moving wiht everyturn and damn it was great as fuck but the hole beanbag scared me like woah dried out weed sucks
Wow...uh...cool story... I could barely read that...but cool nonetheless...is nonetheless all one word? No it isn't, it can't be, I'm high, good bye.
A 30 Sack was able to roll you a fat blunt which used 3 phillies, and also lasted you through 2 months? How much weed did you get?
but that still doesnt answer the question about how you were able to use a 30 sack to make a blunt using 3 cigars, and have it last 2 or 3 months???
Ok, this might be a long story: So I purchased an ounce of mids to make brownies and an extra 8th to smoke. I made cannabutter and was too lazy to strain the weed out, I also figured this would make the brownies more potent. So I make the brownies and I eat 2 of them, 30 minutes later I ate another one and smoked a fat blunt with the 8th that I bought separately with some friends. I went to play some halo 1 for about 30 minutes and then went to the football game. I didn't feel the brownies yet and it had been an hour so I knew they would be coming on shortly.This is when things get interesting. I was watching the game, and everyone on the other side started chanting shit at me about me being really fucked up. I started looking around and yelling shit back at them, this causes my classmates to look at me very strangely. I feel my phone vibrating so I look down and it's my dealer. I answer and he says to me, "Look man I'm sorry, but that O I just sold you was some stuff that I had laced with quite a bit of PCP for myself." The people around me were yelling loudly at the game so I yelled into the phone for some reason, "you laced my green with PCP?" Now everyone was definitely staring at me so I decided to leave. While walking to my car I saw some girls that wanted to buy brownies from me. So I talked to them and they followed me to my car.While walking I saw some kids playing football, they all stopped and started pointing at me, like not moving at all, just had their arms as straight as boards, and they started chanting stuff at me, but it sounds like some crazy language and I couldn't understand. So I yelled at them to shut up and ran to my car and hid inside. The girls got into the car and asked me what I was yelling at. I told them and they told me that there were no kids playing football, the practice field I saw the kids on was completely empty because it had been restricted by the school so it didn't get messed up. I sold them the brownies and left for my friends apartment. Along the way I turned on some dave matthews band to calm myself down. I ended up driving and listening to satellite and lie in our graves from the gorge(a 17 minute song) It was the most peaceful and tranquil thing ever. To get to my friends apartment you have to cross a bridge and the speed limit over the bridge is 10 mph because it's really old. While driving across a little girl came from out of nowhere onto the bridge; this bridge is about 10 feet wide of road, then the metal beams suspending the bridge, and then a big drop to the river below. So she appears, turns her head at me and stares at me for a couple of seconds, and then runs to the other side of the bridge and disappeared. I stopped and looked for her but she was nowhere to be seen. I made it to my friends apartment and we smoked bowl after bowl until I caled down. I will never forget that night, it was really fucked up.
we saved the 30 we bought for 3 months and then we rolled a fucking huge ass monster then we smoked it