spookyjohn
09-11-2006, 01:43 PM
I was sat the other night with a friend, a joint and a bong - when I had a Phone call from the younger brother who I have'nt seen for a couple of month's. Me being the concerned older brother that I am, thought that there was something up when he asked if he could wailk the Eight mile to see me, I instantly said yes and awaited his arrival. When he arrived 35 minutes later having said he had ran down I was even more anxious to here his reasons for for visiting at 3AM.
I went bed and awoke the next morning ready to start a new day of scoring smoking and gennerally chilling - I had several orders of 20 bags, enough to score an Oz of nice green thats finally around after this drought, evryone was happy, they were all getting slightly over what they would have gotten if they had scored separate bags, I was getting a really nice score of 10gms for nowt and and making an easy tenner in the process......Fucking Clock on!!!
Then, from the background my brother chirps up..... " Wot u on about??? I can get twenty bags no problem!!! Give me a lift and I'll get you some."
I looked at my brother with vengeful eyes, thinking to myself 'You Little Bastard', he's just fucked my score up, all for a joint, because he was to thick to see what I was trying to achieve in doing.
Everyones proceeds to score 2grms for twenty quid leaving me with 2 joints for the favour in pointing them in the right direction for scoring.
Having just calmed down after my brother cocking that score up, I go to the shop for some munchies - when I get back I find my brother sat on the couch with a devious smile on his face - knowing instantly that he's been up to something - I proceed to question him, but he keeps his trap shut and doesn't say anything until later that evening when I go in the Freezer in the middle of a munchie attack - for some of my favourite Mint Choc Chip Ice Cream - there's non left, the only words he's say then are "It was lovely that", the whole Fucking tubs gone and all he can say is "It was was lovely that" - that was my munchies for the next week.
Finally at 3am, he's fucked off to bed - or so I think, I'm munching my last two joints of green, when I here a rustling coming from up stairs, when I look up, he's laid on the top of the stairs smiling and saying "I've got you".
"Thought you could get away with it, did ya", and proceeded smoke my last 2 joints.
So, in 24 hrs, he's fucked up my score, ate my munchies and hasn't even left me with a joint.
He's fucked off after I've paid his bus fare, but, what are youger brothers for.
Spooks.
I went bed and awoke the next morning ready to start a new day of scoring smoking and gennerally chilling - I had several orders of 20 bags, enough to score an Oz of nice green thats finally around after this drought, evryone was happy, they were all getting slightly over what they would have gotten if they had scored separate bags, I was getting a really nice score of 10gms for nowt and and making an easy tenner in the process......Fucking Clock on!!!
Then, from the background my brother chirps up..... " Wot u on about??? I can get twenty bags no problem!!! Give me a lift and I'll get you some."
I looked at my brother with vengeful eyes, thinking to myself 'You Little Bastard', he's just fucked my score up, all for a joint, because he was to thick to see what I was trying to achieve in doing.
Everyones proceeds to score 2grms for twenty quid leaving me with 2 joints for the favour in pointing them in the right direction for scoring.
Having just calmed down after my brother cocking that score up, I go to the shop for some munchies - when I get back I find my brother sat on the couch with a devious smile on his face - knowing instantly that he's been up to something - I proceed to question him, but he keeps his trap shut and doesn't say anything until later that evening when I go in the Freezer in the middle of a munchie attack - for some of my favourite Mint Choc Chip Ice Cream - there's non left, the only words he's say then are "It was lovely that", the whole Fucking tubs gone and all he can say is "It was was lovely that" - that was my munchies for the next week.
Finally at 3am, he's fucked off to bed - or so I think, I'm munching my last two joints of green, when I here a rustling coming from up stairs, when I look up, he's laid on the top of the stairs smiling and saying "I've got you".
"Thought you could get away with it, did ya", and proceeded smoke my last 2 joints.
So, in 24 hrs, he's fucked up my score, ate my munchies and hasn't even left me with a joint.
He's fucked off after I've paid his bus fare, but, what are youger brothers for.
Spooks.