heatherhatesyou
04-22-2006, 03:27 AM
...and here's why.
we've had a plan for months that on 420, me and four of my friends (angie, dave 1, brett, and dave 2) were gonna smoke 4 blunts and 20 joints (an ounce). we planned on starting early thursday morning, after waking up at 4:20am (of course) to blaze a start up bowl. at 10:30 everyone congregated at angie's house to start rolling. i asked dave 2 where the weed was and he just looked at me blankly and said, "i thought you got it". so it was 10:30am on 4/20 and five stoners were sitting out on the lawn with no ganj. in a panic we called all the dealers we knew and amazingly within minutes we had secured a $240/ounce of some great shit. after this quick detour we arrived back at the house and rolled all 4 blunts and 20 joints (see picture).
we proceeded to get higher than we had ever imagined possible. we had gone through almost 1/2 the ounce by 3:30, when dave 2 had to leave to go see some play or some gay shit. no biggie, the four of us just planned on going back in the woods to start a little fire and dave 2 was gonna bring smores shit when he got back. so we gather wood, build a fire, bust out a joint, and spark them both. immediatley the wind picked up our little fire and it started getting bigger and bigger. before we knew it it was spreading to the leaves all around us, brett started jumping all over it trying to put it out (we all did) but there was no water and it just kept growing. finally we started running cause it was out of our hands. we got back to angies house, half an ounce still in our system (and the other stashed in a different part of the woods) and completely clueless as to what to do. the fire was so huge we knew we had to call the cops, so i did it cause everyone else were fucking pussies (and already had records).
i called the cops, gave them my info, and then we booked it. we ran through the woods, desperate for anywhere to go. the cops were swarming at this point and me and my friends were covered in soot and ash. like a 420 miracle straight from the ganja gods, a friend of mine opened up the door of his house just in the nick of time for us to jump in. by this time the cops were everywhere searching and we had all gone white as a fucking ghost, certain they were gonna find us and figure out we started the fire.
what ended up happening was incredible: nothing at all. no call, no cops, no questions, no nothing. we went back in the woods 2 hours later (firemen were still clearing the 10 ACRES OF DAMAGE) to get the other half of the ounce, and we proceeded to blaze it all in about 5 hours. all in all we accomplished everything we set out to: we BLAZED SOME MOTHERFUCKING TREES.
truuuue story.
we've had a plan for months that on 420, me and four of my friends (angie, dave 1, brett, and dave 2) were gonna smoke 4 blunts and 20 joints (an ounce). we planned on starting early thursday morning, after waking up at 4:20am (of course) to blaze a start up bowl. at 10:30 everyone congregated at angie's house to start rolling. i asked dave 2 where the weed was and he just looked at me blankly and said, "i thought you got it". so it was 10:30am on 4/20 and five stoners were sitting out on the lawn with no ganj. in a panic we called all the dealers we knew and amazingly within minutes we had secured a $240/ounce of some great shit. after this quick detour we arrived back at the house and rolled all 4 blunts and 20 joints (see picture).
we proceeded to get higher than we had ever imagined possible. we had gone through almost 1/2 the ounce by 3:30, when dave 2 had to leave to go see some play or some gay shit. no biggie, the four of us just planned on going back in the woods to start a little fire and dave 2 was gonna bring smores shit when he got back. so we gather wood, build a fire, bust out a joint, and spark them both. immediatley the wind picked up our little fire and it started getting bigger and bigger. before we knew it it was spreading to the leaves all around us, brett started jumping all over it trying to put it out (we all did) but there was no water and it just kept growing. finally we started running cause it was out of our hands. we got back to angies house, half an ounce still in our system (and the other stashed in a different part of the woods) and completely clueless as to what to do. the fire was so huge we knew we had to call the cops, so i did it cause everyone else were fucking pussies (and already had records).
i called the cops, gave them my info, and then we booked it. we ran through the woods, desperate for anywhere to go. the cops were swarming at this point and me and my friends were covered in soot and ash. like a 420 miracle straight from the ganja gods, a friend of mine opened up the door of his house just in the nick of time for us to jump in. by this time the cops were everywhere searching and we had all gone white as a fucking ghost, certain they were gonna find us and figure out we started the fire.
what ended up happening was incredible: nothing at all. no call, no cops, no questions, no nothing. we went back in the woods 2 hours later (firemen were still clearing the 10 ACRES OF DAMAGE) to get the other half of the ounce, and we proceeded to blaze it all in about 5 hours. all in all we accomplished everything we set out to: we BLAZED SOME MOTHERFUCKING TREES.
truuuue story.