Starts of Thursday, its my bday, so i got o my friends house and their finishing up toking, but we have to pick my other friend up in a sec, so i sit out and then drive us all over to R's house to get him. we then go back to E's house, watch a movie, then go toke some more. i take 2 hits and just about to pack another bowl when a car pulls in the drive way, i run off, hhide the shit, and run back downstairs. it was a faulse alarm, and then wham, im blazed, i eat pizza, then get driven around and then i ended up home. next day, i wake up, go pick up a g with some friends, roll 2 joints out of it, and then we go enjoy them. right when we roll another joint with the weed from yestarday, frineds come over and we go brunswick zone and hackysack and play games. then yestarday, sucked, all i got was some free cigarettes, no bud..... tomorrow, i smoke that 3rd joint, so its all good. all in all, i got blazed twice, for free. i love birthday weekends.
Not to be a dick, but compared to some shit people actually post up on "Real Life Stories", which can be like "what the fuck?!?" at times, that wasn't worth posting.