Mine would probably be back when I was in 7th grade, this little kid that lived in my apartment complex who was 8 would always say his dad had 17 pickle jars filled with weed. Me and my younger brother who was in 5th didn't believe him so we told him to get us some, and every day he would grab us handfulls of weed and we would hide it in our room, and it smelled like weed so bad I'm surprised my parents never found out. In all, we ended up getting about 3 ounces from him before his dad found out he was stealing all his weed and they moved. Funny part is the kids mom was the manager of my apartment complex at the time lmao
I just learn english in winter standing outside I hate the smell late one saturday night in a crowded rural fish and chip shop I shout 'How much for the penis's in the window?' pointing to his sausage display in the front window everyone drunk but me me stoned the whole fucking place cracked up it took a few moments to click