When I was about 16 or 17, I would smoke in the school bathroom (Stupid, I know) and I got really high with a friend and left about 2.5 grams of fire along with my wallet with my I.D. and Social Security Card on the toilet paper dispenser thing. I walk into class all blazed and go "OH SHIT!!!" And take off out the door while the teacher's teaching into the bathroom. I go in the stall and some dude's digging through my wallet. I'm like "What the fuck are you doing?" and "Where's my weed?" This kid didn't have it and I know for sure because I make him strip his pants down, empty his pockets, take his shoes off, Etc. And after school (I'm mad as hell) I see about 10 Marshall Islanders bragging about this bag of weed they found in the bathroom. I didn't say anything to them, and went to my friends and told him what happened and we smoked a Blunt to the face and a few hits off the bubbler. What's you're crazy stories similar to this?
Haha, he must've been terrified when you made him strip in a toilet cubicle. I pay too much attention to my weed to lose it. I have had a few of those "the fuck's my weed?!?!?" moments where you forget which pocket you put it in, or if it was in your sock, which sock and on the inside of the leg or the outside, maybe I put it in my boxers, maybe it fell out, maybe it's in my baccy pouch. Oh wait it's in my hand.
for some reason when im high i hide my weed in random places everytime then when i sober up i think to my self "where is my weed" and then i flip out on myself for losing it and sometimes i will be looking for somthing and randomly find a bag lol
i once got my weed stolen (or possibly just thrown out) by my cleaning lady...i had left it on my dresser and i didn't know she was coming that day, and damn, a brand new 1/8 down the drain
I was at a party at a friends over thanksgiving with a bunch of people I know pretty well and was pretty cool with in high school. Ive found bud that people have left lying around at parties with just about this same group of people and I always made a point of trying to find the original owner and I usually did. However, this time I gave one of my friends a bag with like 2 grams left in it to pack a bowl. He packed it, we smoked it, and went back inside and hung out for a while. Then when we wanted to smoke again later in the night, my friend realized he had left the bud outside, so we went out to grab it. Someone had taken it. We went back in and asked around and no one admitted to it. I don't know about others, but when I find weed I don't keep it unless I know for sure I can't find the owner, especially when I'm with a group of people I know pretty well. Just sorta pisses me off, but oh well.
After an extensive sesh with my friends, I put my green and my pipe where I always put them. The next day when I went to get out my supplies and get started, only to find no weed and no pipe. I searched everywhere in my room. And the smoking sesh wasnt even at my house so I know one of my friends didnt take it. I think maybe my brother found it or something. Still no sign of my weed or my pipe. It will remain a mystery. Good thing it was only a dime and a shitty pipe someone gave me. I have since replaced the pipe with 2 bongs, a pipe, and a glass bowl.
Yes, it fucking blew. I had like a decent sized nug left of green crack, and somewhere between the parking garage and my buddy's dorm, it got dropped. Retraced my footsteps twice and still couldn't find it. I was high as fuck, so it didn't bum me out as bad as it should have, but still. I was pissed.
back when i was 16, i will never forget this moment, me and my cousin was smoking a joint at my house. No one was home, and i was the only one to get high since my cousin dosn't smoke... When im done, still have a roach, and i walk inside to get something to eat. i put the joint on the counter then I take out one of those spice rack things, you know the ones with shit like basil, parsely, and pepper well i put the rack over the joint, and after i got my food im freaking the fuck out that i lost the joint its like i was about to have a heart attack, my heart was pumping at the thought of my parents comming home and finding it after retracing my steps and scattering shit to look for the joint for 20 mins, i say fuck it and start putting everything back together i go to put the spice rack back, and there it was i almost jizzed myself finding this, my cousin was like... since he knew he was gonna get in trouble too for smoking, even though he wasnt...