rickruns
03-26-2007, 07:30 PM
It was a pretty fresh crisp summer afternoon. With the sun blazing down, the wind swaying branches and the air clear, I decided to get me a hold of some spizzam. Scored about a 1/4 of some spank dank at my local Walmart. Man this shit was on point. Ripped out the ole GB, lit it, shit had me docked like an Ipod. Blazed and toasted,John and I went to visit my chiropractor, and fellow toker to get some therapy.
Let me tell you aint nothing like getting your bones snapped and back cracked while being lifted. He finished me up early, so instead of waiting for John, i packed a fresh, fat, bulging bowl in the local r&r and headed outside for intermission. I stealthly hovered my high ass into his Honda Element and began to toke away in an oven of heat, smoke and Gulf Coast humidity. With the heat and smoke becoming unbearable, i ditched the stash and piece, and walked off the mean head buzz and stagnant smell from my clothes. As i became comfortable enough to walk in, i noticed my friend in the element was taking off, my natural reaction would be to chase the car, keyword natural, but well being toked, i just shrugged it off. Walked in, and noticed he was signing out. My thoughts were racing; damn they stole this fawkers car, my 1/4 was in his box on wheels, I forgot to lock the doors, its all my fault. I didnt know what to say or do, so we walk out, and the Element is there, just not where it was before. I felt relieved but confused. I didnt ask no questions, just went with the flow, it felt good knowing my friend still had his car. Jumped in, and i couldnt figure out where the stash and piece went. I started getting all hysterical until i came to my senses. The green didnt just get up and disappear, so what happened. Turned out I jumped into the wrong car. My friend doesnt have the only charcoal grey element in town. So i call the chiropractor, later that night and explain everything to him. He says that one of his fellow interns has an element, and he would give us the lowdown tomorrow. Honestly, i wasnt worried about getting in trouble, i was worried about getting back my shit, that was some bombass.
Anywho he calls me the next day, and tells me she came in like burnt toast. He said she was all danked up, not even giving a funk how she looked or smelled. So they both end up smoking my shit during thier lunch break, and he gets her life story. She tells him she is a recovering marijuana "addict", and greatest thing happened to her. God gave her a pipe and some weed to smoke. My friend became hysterical, she was so convinced a spiritual force put it there, he told her everything and well, yeah turns out it wasnt god, turns out she smoked my stash. But hey she married my friend the chiropractor, weird how things work eh?
Let me tell you aint nothing like getting your bones snapped and back cracked while being lifted. He finished me up early, so instead of waiting for John, i packed a fresh, fat, bulging bowl in the local r&r and headed outside for intermission. I stealthly hovered my high ass into his Honda Element and began to toke away in an oven of heat, smoke and Gulf Coast humidity. With the heat and smoke becoming unbearable, i ditched the stash and piece, and walked off the mean head buzz and stagnant smell from my clothes. As i became comfortable enough to walk in, i noticed my friend in the element was taking off, my natural reaction would be to chase the car, keyword natural, but well being toked, i just shrugged it off. Walked in, and noticed he was signing out. My thoughts were racing; damn they stole this fawkers car, my 1/4 was in his box on wheels, I forgot to lock the doors, its all my fault. I didnt know what to say or do, so we walk out, and the Element is there, just not where it was before. I felt relieved but confused. I didnt ask no questions, just went with the flow, it felt good knowing my friend still had his car. Jumped in, and i couldnt figure out where the stash and piece went. I started getting all hysterical until i came to my senses. The green didnt just get up and disappear, so what happened. Turned out I jumped into the wrong car. My friend doesnt have the only charcoal grey element in town. So i call the chiropractor, later that night and explain everything to him. He says that one of his fellow interns has an element, and he would give us the lowdown tomorrow. Honestly, i wasnt worried about getting in trouble, i was worried about getting back my shit, that was some bombass.
Anywho he calls me the next day, and tells me she came in like burnt toast. He said she was all danked up, not even giving a funk how she looked or smelled. So they both end up smoking my shit during thier lunch break, and he gets her life story. She tells him she is a recovering marijuana "addict", and greatest thing happened to her. God gave her a pipe and some weed to smoke. My friend became hysterical, she was so convinced a spiritual force put it there, he told her everything and well, yeah turns out it wasnt god, turns out she smoked my stash. But hey she married my friend the chiropractor, weird how things work eh?