So last night I had to drop off my 94 Deville at one of the service departments at the car dealership I work for because Sunday night my Radiator sprung a leak. But before I left I noticed that the garbage man had put a scratch in my quarter panel next to the gas door. God Damn it! My mother followed me up there to give me a ride back home. Since I work there I decided to get anything related to weed or something incrimanating out of the car before I locked it up. Including my stash and my chillum hidden in my trunk. I know they wouldn't look in my trunk, in a shoe, but I figured better safe than sorry. Wrong. I put my stash which was in a glass spice jar, my chillum and some other stuff in a little plastic bag I found in my car. Wouldn't you know not a minute later I was walking into the shop when they bag slipped from my fingers. It happened so fast but as soon as it hit the ground I heard breaking glass. FUCK! I could give a shit less about the jar, it's shattered though. All I was worried about was my chillum. So I freaked out and tryed to stay cool as I dug through the bag to check on my chillum. I finally found it and it had broke off most of where the mouthpiece is. I figured all the pieces are in the bag, maybe I can salvage it, after I dig through all the other broken glass. I'd have to wait until I got home. I was pretty anxiety stricken with having to leave my baby overnight and regretful for breaking that shit. I had my mom take me by this really good burrito place to calm my nerves on the way home. As soon as I got home I threw my burrito on the coffee table and ran to the bathroom to see if surgery could save my chillum and start digging my stash out of the shards of glass. I managed to piece most of the chillium back together. There was so much glass that the only reason I could tell pieces went to my chillum was the resin on the glass, there are a few pieces I couldn't find in the pile. I Krazy Glued four pieces back into place and it's almost complete again. Dug most of my stash from the broken glass. I had to throw out some shake because there were tiny, tiny shards of glass and I figured inhaling that wouldn't be healthy. Success. Burrito time. Not so fast, buddy. I came out of the bathroom, to see that my dog had been eating my burrito the whole time. It was halfway gone. At this point I'm trying to figure out what I did to deserve this Karmic backlash. I was pissed, yelled at the dog and got in my 84 DeVille to drive back to get another burrito. On the way back that car started leaking coolant too and I think the waterpump went bad. By that time I was done. I just parked it back in the garage and refused to look at it. My chillum had finished drying so I smoked myself retarded and went to bed. I'm not sure, but I think that might of been the most SHIT that has happened to me in one day. Sorry for the length of all this but it only really has impact when you realize everything that happened that day.
shitty dude, but for every bad day is a good day so...keep your head up i guess? atleast you didn't loose your bag instead of dropping it ha
I know how you feel about bad Karma slamming you in one day, one event after another. That's how my Saturday went, unfortunatly. It'll get better though. -Arsenic Inc.
dude i fuckin HATE IT when my dog eats my burrito. i remember one time i i got some carne asada fry burritos and i cut a 3 inch peice off to give to my friend. well my dog ate my burrito the day before so i put my burrito in the middle of my table with all the chairs pushed in so my dog couldnt climb up there and mack that shit. i walk outside, give my friend the peice, walk back in and sure enough my fuckin burrito was gone again!!!!! that pissed me oooffff. i feel your pain man. dogs eatin burritos is the number one thing to piss me off. that and getting busted by the cops.