losing your weed

whast the craziest sitaution where u lost and found some weed

one ngiht i was at my buddys hosur gettin a dub smoked a bowl over there and decided to go home and watch some basketball so when i got home t o smoke another bowl i fuckin relized my bomb was gone so i called my buddy praying it was over there but i t wasnt so i got back on my bike the smae way i got home and took a huge flashlight and was retracing everysingle place i went finally i came to a curb at the bottum on the hill whcih i hopped off and there sittin righ in the street (ngihttime) was my dub still tolled up in the baggy

greatest moment of my life

Well i had just gotten a 10 sack(when i wanted a dub)it was decent not huge tho, so we go to this other house to get another 10 sack, well on the way to the other house we smoke a bowl. When we get to the house i get the 10 and we have to pick up the person who's driving best friend, so i get in the back seat, about 15 minutes later(about 5 mins away from my house) i start searching through my pockets, realizing i only had the second ten sack(i knew this cuz it was much bigger)i start to freak out and im like wth? So we get to my house and everyone gets out of the car so i can look, doesn't show up. So im like god damn it, well when you guys go back to the house check on the ground(i tend to leave shit on my lap and then when i get up i forget and it falls to the ground, broken a pipe that way). They say okay and leave. Lol never found that ten sack. The reason i know it must have fell on the ground is because when we were leaving the person who went to get in the front seat was like wth is this? And picks up the driver's pipe case off the ground, im like oh shit oops! but the 10 sack either wasn't noticable or wasn't right there. Yeah....sucked lol

This was back when i was 15. I was at friends house and his dad was gone ( working on the boats,out on the lake, Lake Superior, Superior ,WI ) and my friend, his neighbor (who was 21 at the time) and myself were drinking heavily. The neighbor was a dealer. I was looking out the window ( this was a trailer park) and there were cop cars blocking blocking both ends of the street. The dealer guy was flushing weed and me and my buddy were in a panic. I left out the back door with a little bit of weed in a tin foil pipe. As i was walking down the street behind the trailers I saw head lights and threw my tinney. It was the cops ( I knew that before i saw them ) The cop asked me where i was coming from and I stated that i had been fishing ( I was wasted ) and he asked where my fishing equipment was and i said that i needed none, we were spear fishing. He said to get in the car because it was a curfew violation and he was going to bring me home. while on the way to my house he asked me how much i had to drink. I told him that i had none and he said that he could smell it up in the front of the car and told me to not lie, so i said i had a beer. He got me for minor tobacco possession and drug paraphernalia, as well as underage drinking. anyway my mom picked me up at the police station and the next morning i went out and found my weed over in the trailer park right where i threw it. smoked it and loved it. Needless to say foil is no longer a part of my smoking sessions.

i lost a joint i had freshly rolled for my morning breakfast banquet at this hotel in the tidewater area of va. my girlfriend who was a waitress at the same hotel was going to meet me and we were going to go around the corner to smoke it. looked in my pocket and it was gone. long story short-we had a back-up joint, burnt it out and continued working.

I was sitting in a park at night hitting some bongs. I put my baggy with my lump of soap in between my legs so I'd specificlly remember it after my bong, needless to say I didn't. I didn't realise I'd lost it till the next day, so at about 10am I go on a hunt for my pot. We retraced the journey back to the park and when I got there it was just sitting exactly where I'd left it in it's little baggy. I was so happy but I had to have a bong to clm my nerves.

Moooooooooore.

well one time i busted up the rest of my weed witch was about a gram, for a nice joint well i then realized i had no papers so i threw the busted up weed in a dime bag and grabbed a toonie and was off to the chink-mart to grab some zig zags,to get there i could either take the really long way through the subdivisions or go through the soccerfeiled, to the park, over the fence through someones yard, over another fence and then walk like 30 feet to the store.so i got the zigs so i go to go beside the store to twist it up, i realize the dime is gone!! and as u have read i did alot of walking and fence hopping so i figured the weed was gone....but then like a day later im taking the same route and i see a little red baggie with bull dogs on it! my dime! but upon further inspection it ad been ran over by a lawnmower....and thats the storey of my lost joint