I'm not sure if theres another thread like this one, so bear with me if there is... Anyone have a story about how they broke their piece? I've owned two glass bongs in my 4 1/2 years (both of which are courtesy of GC) and both were smashed unceremoniously. The first one was a 1' clear Molino Pyrex. It was the first bong I ever owned. I bought it, along with a spoon and a stash kit thingy, with a hundred dollar bill that was given to me by a youth pastor when I was in 8th grade (if ya want that story id be happy to tell it. It's pretty epic). I remember waiting three weeks for the package to arrive. Oh, sweet nostalgia! Anyways, I had this thing for about a year until the summer of '07. That's when I lent the thing to my friend Doodoo. A week later I asked for it back, only to be informed that the stem/bowl piece is missing. We both tore his room apart looking for it. I had given up hope of ever finding it when I get a call from my illustrious friend a few days later. Me: what up Doodoo? Doodoo: yo Freddy, uh... good news and bad news. Me: (swallow) yes? Doodoo: the good news is, I found the bowl. Me: ah, okay. And the bad news? Doodoo: It was in my pants pocket... Me: ... and? Doodoo: (pause) I JUST GOT THEM BACK FROM THE DRYCLEANERS! Dun Dun DUNNN Sure enough, I showed up at his house only to find the shattered remains of the stem piece collected in a dixie cup. Shoulda known... The other bong was a three foot Molino with a pot leaf on the pipe. It was shattered by my dear mother... Anyone else have such a tale?
Bong Marley - my first bong. Bought it the day after i tried weed for the first time, all glass, 1 foot. Having a session with my friends, little brother was at the desk and some dumb ass had left the bong and the bowl on the floor at his feet, he bumped the bowl and it smashed my bong. The Embassador Blazington - 9 inch tall ceramic, heaps tripped out patterns of vivid orange, dark blues, purples and greens... Had fingergrips.. Just came back from a graff session, about 2 in the morning, me and my mate where about to chop up but first i wanted to put on my jumper, grabbed my bag pulled out my hoody which my bong happened to be wrapped in, bounced on the concrete floor... The Pearl - 14inch tall plain glass bong. Not broken. However randomly went missing after a big session at mine..... Either my parents took it (doubt it) or one of my 'mates' flogged it. Dont chill with them anymore anywhos. Own like a 1.5foot glass bong now. Called the Polywhirl. Down the neck has all crazy glass bubbles things and contains this clear blue liquid stuff, put the bong in the fridge for half n hour and it cools the smoke heapppps. Also makes the smoke come up the neck heaps cool, due to the bubbles in the glass... Also has notches for ice cubes..
Yeah, my first bowl ever, given to me from my sister, was dropped and shattered after a bad exchange between two idiots at a party. I took the massive resin nug, put it into a bag, and immediately left the party. I was completely devastated.
Broke the bowl to my zong. Good thing it wasn't the whole thing, I haven't even had it a month! It was just one of the shitty martini bowls they come with, was planning on buying a better one later on. So much for that plan.
The Creeper got her at a dispensary as a free gift for a first time. it was probably about 2 maybe 3 inches, but that bitch was sexy haha. got home, cleaned it, took a hit, didnt feel it like i usually did. took another, at the end of the 2nd bowl, i was gone. thought it was the bud, so waited for different bud. everytime i smoked whether it was dank, schwagg, sativa, indica, or hybrid, it would always creep up on me... one day, packed a bowl, me and my lady both smoked it, was going to clean the bowl by scraping it, went right through the bowl. i just stood there in silence. i still have it, hoping that one day, a glass blower will bring it back. and The Creeper can terrorize once more... R.I.P The Creeper for now...
I was chilling at my friends apartment, and he lives on the top floor of his apartment building, 3 stories up, so naturally we decided we should smoke on his balcony. It was a really pretty day out so we threw caution to the wind and went out there for a toke. Midway through, his sister came out and asked to hit it, and we let her kill it and re-pack it while we went inside to grab some drinks. As soon as she put the bowl on the ledge to pack it, her hand slipped and it fell 30+ feet and shattered on the hard concrete below. At the time, I was pretty pissed, but looking back it all worked out, because she later gave me a very nice 9 inch bong in exchange. My bowl was pretty nice, but it didn't cost anywhere near what that bong must have cost her.
My first pipe ever was broken by my dumb ass friend. This was back when i was 15 i loved the pipe dearly he was my first pipe he was my favorite pipe so many memories with that pipe... We had just got done smoking in my friends house and he decided he wanted to take a shower and he thought it would be "Less Sketchy" To bring the bowl into the shower i kept saying no give me my bowl he just went into the shower and locked the door. He came out with it on the towel and it fell off and broke i was never so sad in my life because of a stupid reason... The next one was by far the best pipe i've ever had this was when i was 16... I was in a wash smoking with my friends and i handed it to the SAME FRIEND THAT BROKE MY FIRST PIPE and he had it fully in his hand and he just dropped it and THEN tried blaming it on me.. i was like are you fucking kidding me? but hes broke 2 other friends pipes we really dont hang out with him anymore becauses hes a fucking dumbass. This was when i was 18 i just bought my pipe Swirls and he was my buddy man i had him for a year and i had this stash spot that was under my chair and everyone in my room knew not to sit on that chair because thats a stash spot and i always tell people like 30 times dont sit on that chair .. my friend was like dude im sitting on this chair and i dont care and he broke my pipe right off the back and my bubbler was in there too and when i stuck my hand in there i felt a bunch of glass and it was so scary thinking witch one just broke.. but it was swirls and i was so sad man.
I have 2 glass pipes, one named Funkdawg (long/funny story) He is about 5 years old, and still running. And my other one that i Never named is about 3.5 years old. Funk's got a nasty battle wound though, hes got a big crack down the base of the bowl, but hes still strokin'. However, I don't think hell live to see 2012. I honestly will cry the day I lose funk, way to many memories with that pipe, and I bet 1000+ people have smoked out of him
The Irie;my second piece. it was given to me by my sister's friend after he broke my first (which was given to me as a gift from my sister when she accidentally learned i smoked at age 15. she was 18) it was a 3 inch bowl, but it had beautiful worked glass, looked pretty thick, felt substantial in my hand... to this day one of my favorite portable pieces i've had (probably because it was my first). i'd only had it a week or so, and it was my 7th or 8th time smoking out of it, when it slipped out of my hands and fell into my bathroom sink. i was scraping for resin. guess what i haven't done since that fateful day? Bubbles/Bubs; this was a nice little bubbler i bought to replace The Irie. it was 30 bucks. I had smoked out of a friend's bubbler and decided that bubblers were the way to go. it worked really well for awhile, long as you filled it and emptied through the carb not the bowl. easy enough but there always seemed to be that little bit that got caught, or the novice friend who fills it through the bowl. oops. so it got stinky and the bowl was sticky. anyway i smoked it for awhile, then one day me and my friends were having a little smoke sesh in my backyard when i passed it to my friend who dropped it directly onto concrete. he never paid me back. we're still friends but damn that was rough. Bingus; this is the first piece i spent real money on. it cost me 160 bucks and It was a double dome perc'd PHX trinity. kept it through most of my junior, and all of my senior year in high school. i did a couple rehab stints and a short stint in juvie during this time. in total it cost me about 8 months total when i couldn't use it, or even take it out to look at it. during this time i used to sit and think about it. not so much about even smoking weed, but about using that bong. well it made it part way into my first semester as a college freshman when one morning i woke up with a painful hangover and decided to clean my room. i was in the process of cleaning my room, and bingus was sitting on my desk. my phone rang and as i came around to get it, my elbow bumped it and it fell off my table, turned twice, and smashed it's beautiful beaker bottom all over my floor. it wasn't worth repairing. i slept the rest of that depressing day away, and i made a much-needed call to my mom to vent to her about my debilitating bong mishap. she took pity. This Guy; it replaced bingus and it was a double perc'd inline. it was beautiful and i paid 160 for it. not a great story as i wasn't very bummed so it doesn't evoke much emotion; i had not had the bong very long and i was making plenty of money when i broke it so i wasn't too worried, but anyway, i was really high and i packed it in my luggage to go on a greyhound to meet my then girlfriend in salt lake city for new years. of course it broke in the undercarriage of the bus. now here's the funny part; in the greyhound station there was a guy who came and began talking to me about snowboarding because he noticed my bag. well i shot the shit with him, and at one point he asked if he could see my board. i thought better of it because my bong was in there and i just didn't want to pull out the bong bag in an airport. but i said "no, sorry i would, but my bag's all packed up and i don't want to pull stuff out, that's a hassle and a half. i'll give you the specs on it" and i told him everything about the board. he seemed thoroughly confused, and just said "ok you have a good night, later man" i learned before i left the station that the man was an undercover cop. wow, that was close!
every couple of weeks i go back to my flat from work and my flatmate says "i broke your bong", he always replaces it tho so no sweat no interesting stories to the breakages i'm afraid, it usually just involves him kicking it over or falling on top of it.
i had my first bong called the twister (looked like one) broken on my birthday by a kid who was just seshing in our fat sesh in my garage that i didnt even like at all. kid gets way higher than he is used to every time and proceeds to zone out hardcore, hes holding the bong above the concrete ground, and then bam he just drops it like an idiot, shattered base. I made him pay me back the 100 i paid for it, but it took a while as he is a loser and kept trying to make me wait for my money.
was cruisin one day with my pipe named Galaxy (G for short), got really baked and put it in my lap. When i went to get out of the car i forgot i had it in my lap, stood up and heard something hit the pavement, i looked down and saw G laying there in pieces :'( I also had a Glass chameleon sherlock that i let a friend borrow, but he let one of his friend's borrow it for new years weekend without tellin me, so I wake up sunday to hear about this party i missed that my buddy was telling me about. Then he said that he was smoking with some people and this guy broke his piece. Well i just thought to myself "what a dumbass, sucks for him!" I asked what it looked like, and my buddy starts describing the piece, and again i thought nothing of it and thought "those are the same colors as my sherlock." Then he shows me a pic of what it looked like after it got dropped and i realized that it was my piece.. what a way to start off the new year, right?
My friend Big Bird just lost his 5-inch sherlock piece because his fat-assed girlfriend, Mrs. Snuffelupagas, put it in her ass pocket and then friggin sat on it... Poor thing, it was a beautiful red, green and yellow swirled thing with little silvery glass bubbles along the side... [BTW most of my close friends are named after Sesame Street "creatures" and we mostly refer to each other as such. I'm Cookie Monster ]