I kinda wanna share my story with ya'll about the time I keeled over because I got distracted and forgot I was ripping a bong. I figure some of ya'll have heard of people passing out while smoking, might get a chuckle. So, ever since my 13th pipe broke minutes after I bought it about ( I shit you not, every pipe pretty much), about 4 months ago, I decided that I was never gonna buy another pipe again. I assume a Gypsy has placed a pipe-breaking curse on me, but this here bong o' mine ain't a pipe, and it's durable as all hell for a glass piece. It's a pretty big, thick, and heavy piece, and it's survived every drop so far, the damn thing has stood the test of time without a problem. So, fast forward to the present, I've already got used to smoking some huge bong rips daily. Well, about a week ago, I had gotten finished smoking with a friend on some heavy hitter Indica. While he was leaving I decided that I was going to pack myself a personal bowl before I play some Fallout: New Vegas. So for a guy that was higher than the space station, I wasn't quite there yet. I start ripping as hard as I can like I usually do, and I just sorta zone out while hitting it for a few seconds watching this Cold War documentary. Someone said some shit about Reagan and Star Wars, so I just sorta focused my attention that and forgot I was applying suction. Well, next thing I know, all the weed is burnt up, chamber went from milky white to this dankish yellow, I have an "Oh shit, that's right, I was smoking" realization, and pull the slide out to clear it. Next thing I know, I feel super light headed, euphoric. the world is going black, and I'm losing consciousness, all the while just thinking "Damn that was a good hit- wait why the fuck am I going blind and falling?" After a few seconds of confusion and wondering if I had a stroke, I realize I'm on the floor next to the bong and my dog is just looking at me from across the room as if this is just normal business and he supports my sudden decision to throw myself on the ground. I stand up, confused more so now than when I was about Reagan starting a war in the stars like star wars or some shit. For the rest of the night, I'm just smoking one hitter snaps, paranoid as shit, wondering what the fuck happened and if my bong is in cahoots with my weed to get vengeance or some shit. I remember telling the same buddy I was smoking with that day what happened and he couldn't stop laughing. When he got recomposed he was wondering if it was just lack of air that made me pass out, and so, like the two stupid curious stoners that we are, we conducted experiments for science. Long story short, turns out, if you take big enough bong rips, you pass the fuck out, with usually comedic results. What about ya'll? Anyone got some similar stories where ya'll took hits that where a little too big and felt the consequences?
Last night I milked my friends bong as much as possible, cleared the bowl and was instantly stonded. Didn't cough too bad since it's so smooth!
Good story, bro. When I did that I coughed so hard my lungs turned inside out. I was amazed. Fortunately I was able to suck them back in and everything's fine now.
I've never quite passed out from smoking before, but I've been damn near close! Last week I was outside with my bong, and got to the point where I started to fade out of consciousnes after each hit.
That's one badass piece, looks super trippy and incredibly well made, I don't doubt you got some smooth ones out of that. I'm kinda glad to hear some people can relate a bit, I've totally been there. Steven, I was just like that not more than a few hours ago! Aw man, you know you blazed good when you start having to try and stay awake haha
I was in my friends basement with a gravity bong we made out of a pitcher and a Gatorade bottle. We weren't supposed to smoke in her basement, but she said I could if I opened up the window. I loaded the socket up, and lit the whole bowl up. It was yellow. I breathed out then sucked up the whole hit. My eyes went chinky. I couldn't stop coughing for like 5 minutes and was scared her mom was gonna hear me hacking up a lung. But her mom was chill. Another time I took just as big a hit parked around the corner from my friends house and I didn't breathe it out at all. I probably held it in for a minute and a half. Man, first year or two of smoking was really the best times.