Alright my fellow blades I just had an insanely chill night that I thought I would share with you. KInd of a long story so if you want the short version skip to the cliffnotes at the end. I got of work at 11 cause my boss was being a retard and didn't cut me an hour earlier like he should have. I went to my parents house cause it was closer than mine and I was just trying to get a shower really quick. I'm on my way to chill when my roommate calls me and tells me to head where he is, they're about to bake some dude's bathroom. I clear the bowl of earlier leftovers and pack up another bowl of some dankity dank in the 2 mins it take me to get to the house. I walk in to the house and see that they already have a steamroller, another bowl, a bubbler, and a joint rolled up of the same dank. The kid who lived at the house was like, "Let's go bake now," so we go upstairs. I walk into the bathroom and am in shock and awe of how sweet it is. Every single surface, and I mean EVERY surface was covered in mirrors. If you we're taking a dump, you could see yourself poop from like 68 different angles. Anyway, we crammed 6 people total in this pretty small area, and smoked that shit down. When we first entered, you could see kind of a tunnel in which there were an infinite number of you's. When we left, the tunnel shrank to like 2 copies of you, the rest disappeared in the haziness. Got as high as I have been this calander year. After that we plopped down on the couch and watched Underworld 2: Evolution on FX. The host popped in like 60 pizza rolls and made quesadillas and was an overall cool ass dude. I wish you all could've been there. Anyways, if you're still with me, take a hit for me, cause i'm probably doing the same for you . CLIFFNOTES: Got invited to a pretty rich/sick house, we pack up 2 bowls, a bubbler, a steamroller, and a joint with some good dank. Go upstairs and bake a bathroom in which EVERY surface is mirrored. Moral: If i ever have money to waste as a crusty old man, I will build a replica bathroom, smoke a fat joint, and go in there and watch myself take a shit from 68 different angles. Edit: Apparently it was the dude's last night in the house because he's moving to Chicago. What an awesome grand finally.
Sounds awesome, you must have had a great time, and that bathroom sounds pretty kool but a little strange at the same time..
"So, Honey, how should we design our bathroom?" "I'm thinkin' fun house" I owe you some rep for a story worth reading. Thank you.
If I got that high, I don't know if I could handle seeing 68 mes, it'd just blow my mind way too much.