The Adventures of Spliffy and Bleezie, Episode 1

I have decided to make a story out of an idea i had about a slif named Spiffy and his black friend, a blunt named Bleezie. Thease storys will be based on personal experiences and, if it's a success, storys that you guys give me. so here it goes!

This episode is based on thing that happenned to me at my house last Friday.

Episode 1: How did THAT happen?!?

It all starts out at Spliffy's house. He's just chillin', sippin' on a Mickey's (his favorite) and watching a movie on tv. Then he gets a call on his phone.

"Hello?" says Spliffy.
"What's crackin', my louie!" They voice was notebly Bleezie's.
"What's up" says Spliffy.
"Want to smoke some dank? Just copped a free 1/4 Oz fo free from my pops"
"fo reals?!? come over and we can smoke at my place"
"Fo sho. I'll call when i'm up da block"
"peace"
"peace"

Spliffy hangs up the phone. He was feeling quite hungry at the moment on account of the joint he smoked earlyer, and went to get a piece of chocolate cake. It was Spliffy's sister's b-day a week before, so that's where the cake came from. He got a piece and resumed drinking and watching his movie.

About thirty minutes later, a call comes throught Spliffy's phone. It was Bleezie.

"hello?" says Spliffy.
"yo man, be out front in like 30 seconds" proclaims Bleezie.
"k" Spliffy hangs up.

Spliffy immediately goes out front to meet Bleezie. They say what's up with their special handshake and proceed to go into Spliffy's living room. That's when Spliffy notices a skunky smell in the still air of his living room.

"Damn!" says Spliffy, "I can smell that shit from here!"
"Just wait 'till i show it to yaz" says Bleezie.

Bleezie then pulls out of his pocket a huge bud. It wasn't a bunch of little buds mushed togeather, it was one fat ass bud. Spliffy is mezmorized by the shimmer of the THC crystals and aroma.

"wow" says Spliffy, "It's beautiful. I want to smoke that NOW!"
"I'll brake down the swi---actually, ya want to roll a Laz-E-Boy?" asks Bleezie.

For those who don't know, a Laz-E-Boy is when you twist all the tobacco out of a swisher, leaving the cigar hollowed out. Then you stuff the mother fucker with as much weed as possibble.

"Why not?" asks Spliffy.

As Spliffy breaks down the weed, Bleezie comences to rolling out the swisher guts. Bleezie, of corse, is finished with his task before Spliffy is, and helps Spliffy break down the dank.

About five minutes later, the weed is broken down and ready to be stuffed into the swisher.

"Damn, fool, i need to wash my hands. They sticky as FUCK!" says Bleezie.
"same here" agrees Spliffy.

After and good minute with hot water and dish washing deturgent, they were ready to stuff the swisher. The oporation went smoothly, and then the fat ass blunt was ready.

"LET'S SMOKE!!!" yelled Bleezie in an exited tone.

Bleezie lights the blunt. It takes well over fifteen minutes to smoke the monsterous thing, and at the end, the two friends are stoned as fuck.

"That was some good ass weed." announces Spliffy.
"Fool, my pops always got that dank." says Bleezie.
"hey, i got some cake in the kitchen. want to get some?"
"OOOHH! Hook it UP!"

The two procced to the kitchen. Spliffy grabs a clean knife fron the knife drawer to cut himself a piece. He hands the knife to Bleezie so he could do the same.

"Daaaaaammmmnn...." says Bleezie. "I'm so fuckin' high right now"

As Bleezie goes to the sink to put the knife there, he suddenly falls with the knife in his left hand! Spliffy, being incredibly high, thinks it's just a joke that Bleezie has played.

"Dumb ass. Get up." says Spliffy.

No answer.

Spliffy bends down to grab the knife from Bleezie's hand and puts it in the sink. About fifteen seconds later, and alot of starring blankly on Spliffy's part, Bleezie opens his eyes.

"Wha-what happenned?" asks Bleezie.
Spliffy gives a laugh that only a high ass mother fucker would. "you're dumb ass fell out of no where with the knife in your hand and ATE the linolium! HA HA HA! Ya had me goin' there for a second."
"fool, it was no joke. I think i just passed out or somethin'."

Bleezie stumbles to his feet. At that second he notices a pain in his finger. The knife, luckily, had only cut it and not any other part of him, and barely at that. Spliffy then realized that it was no joke. He went to his bathroom to get a band-aid.

"Man, I ain't feelin' all that good. I need some fresh air." says Bleezie.

Spliffy accompanied his friend to the front porch.

"Where's the seat..." says Bleezie, and was feeling his way to sit down. "I CAN'T SEE!!!" he yells in fright, but his sight returns once he sits down.

"Damn. I'm speachless." says Spliffy, although the dank has amplified his emotions.

The two sit there, talking about what just happenned for a moment, and finish the roach of the fat blunt. Each describe their experience in the abnormal event. Bleezie can not remember a thing that happenned over the coarce of the event, and Spliffy happily supplies him with information. The two come to a conclusion that Bleezie had blacked out.

"Yo, i'ma head out. I need some sleep" says Bleezie.
"Alright then, man. Get better. Be safe." says Spliffy.

The two do their special handshake, but in a sloppy way on account of the weed, and Bleezie heads off.

Moments later, a call comes to Spliffy's phone.

"hello?"
"Dude! Put on The Lord of The Rings! I'm trippin' balls........."

To Be Continued...

 

come ON! one of you has had to have read it! I just want to see what you guys think about my story.

 

fo' sho' on all the positive feedback. expect to see the second episode somewhere around this weekend or next week. i'm shroomin' tomorrow so i'll have another story if it's interesting.

 

the suspence got a hold of yaz

 

Ill have to smoke a bowl and read it ha!

 

damn, all this positive feedback is addictive. Might need to rite another story.

 

thanks for all that good feedback! i'm definately going to make an episode 2 now!

i'm also bumpin it just in case people who haven't read it might want to.