CRAZY STORIES

CRAZY STORIES
Anybody any wacky stories doing a book on crazy stoner stories.
Ill give you one little one that happened to me,
First you have to know that weed is totally illegal in glasgow and the cops will go out thier way to bust you and your jaw if they catch you. Was on my way home from scoring one night and the local dick head copper and his side kick pulled me over as i was walking down the road minding my own business with my gear in my hand,Car pulls up ,Right scobbie you cunt what you up to says the wank piece,Nothing Mr Ferguson just on my way home.You still dying you fucking waste of space he barked(as i was dangerously ill at the time)No Mr ferguson got cured so i did ,Lucky for you and unlucky for me you fuckin prick ,get over here to i see what you have been up to.empty your pockets you fuck ,he says as he threw me up against the car,(at this time i still had my weed in my hand as he was prowlin through my pockets) ive noty been up to fuck all ferguson i replied getting more angry, IF i find anything on you im going to kick the shit out of you ya prick he says,im thinkin shit what im i going to do so with the weed in my hand i stuck it on the lights on top of the patrol car as he continued raidin my bins ,turn round you fuck he said getting more angry as he had found nothing, fuck off and get home you fuck he said as he got in his car and drove away. I watched him drive of into the night with my weed on the roof of his car thinkin is there a fuckin god why let this happen to me fuckin gutted at the loss and as i was walking home i heard the sirens blaring towards me and there he was ferguson hammering towards me in his car he flew past me turned left as he did so my weed flew of the roof and right into my fuckin hand . so there is a god after all i thought then i heard smash the stupid fuck had smashed through a railing and broke his fuckig neck. this is 100% true so if you have any that could help me out that would be great thanks.

Its not all that crazy but we were really high of coke, crossing Oxford and Federal and this car ran the red light right in to a fuckn pole and the driver was ejected out through the windshield, we saw it and its horrible aftermath we had to talk to the cops all druged out.

one nite i was chillin with the homies at a bar with some ladies.it got to be around 2 in tha mornin so the spot was gonna close.one of the girls had a swimming pool at her house and said we could kick it.we were four cars deep as we left.the driver of the first car was all fucked up and was doing donuts on the blvd.everyone was feeling good and the thought of some drunk girls in pool made it deadly.we started racing down lakewood blvd.faster and faster cuz no one was out.no one wanted to lose so we started taking the red lights and just driving crazy.the car in the lead was an old t-bird and was going about 75 mph the second car which is me was a altima.my homie just took the red light he was about 100 yards in front of me when i saw this thing fly about twenty feet in the air and fall across the street.what the fuck was that.as i got closer i seen it was a man.he was crossing the street when my homie plowed him down.i couldnt believe it.his shoes were pointing in the direction he was walking.he got hit out of his shoes.he was crumpled up lying in the street .his blood was flowing out of his body and into the gutter and down the sewer.wicked scenario for reals.i knew he was dead.i was fucking mad at my homie and i was gonna fuck him up bad once we got on the block.all the heros started trying to help the man but i knew he was dead. i drove off before the cops came.i was looking for my dog but he was no where to be found.i figured he would ditch the car and walk but no this guy drives with the car all smashed and shit.just before i turn to get home i see cops galore.helicopters and shit and my fucking homie sitting in the car with like 100 cops surrounding him with guns.i pull over and try to approac my friend but the pigs get me back.he got sentenced to 5-8 years for vehicular manslaughter.this gut was a regular guy just having fun.when shit hits the fan it hits quick

Woah, all crazy, but excellent stories!

HAHA at Ferguson, the cunt for crashing... if that's all true, I hope it hurt.

alright...i was sitting in my garage, my buddy just got a new spoon...so we were gunna toke up, right? we bought a dub of mids, weighed in at a whopping 5 1/2 grams, and we proceed to stone...now when im stoned, i love to play music...mainly blues and funk...so i turned up my amplification device...now this is a brand new amp, i had just gotten it from a little store down the street, and i HAD to play it to its fullest extent...so i turn down the overdrive, to get a nice, soft distortion, grabbed ahold of that reverb nob, and twisted that a couple of times, dialed in a nice tone...now this amp is much bigger then the practice amp i was used to, so i crank up the volume...start playing some random tunes...and now im a bit bored of the overdrive, so i switch it to clean...blast it way up and dial in my EQ...about this time, im playing some funky music, and this cop car pulls up...by now the room is smokey, as we were smoking...and im sure it reeked all the way to the fucking stop-n-go...so they must of known we were smoking...the bowl was in mid-pass, so i toss it into the attic, theres a little hole there for access...and the bud i shove into the cushion...now i light a ciggerette, figuring that no idiot would light a ciggerette in front of a police officer, being underage...and i figured they would think the same thing...so they come up, im smoking a ciggerette in front of the police, scared as hell (i was on house arrest) and hoping that the tobacco would cover up the pot...he told me that im "good at playing but its a bit too loud"...i turned it down...and he LEFT...O.O

Oh man last night was CRAZY. I was home alone cuz my parents were working, and I was bored. So, I was like, fuck it, I got no homework, no tests tomarrow and no ones home...I'm getting weed. So I went and picked up some. When I got home I smoked 1 bowl and I was getting ready to smoke my second one when my father walked in the house. I was like FUCK. I got some spray and sprayed the room to cover the smell. I had to run over to the computer to pick up the shotgun and hid it. When I picked up the shotgun, dad walked into the room and said he quit his job. I was like...hmm..yea? I had the SG in my hands trying to cover it so he couldn't see it and then I stuffed it into my pocket. I said I had to go to the washroom so I took off, I couldn't talk to him cuz I was somewhat stoned, you can't tell with my eyes cuz they don't turn red or anything, but I can't talk great when I'm stoned. He called out saying that he was going to get a coffee and he would be home later. He left and I came out of the washroom. I lighted up some insents and put my filecase, with weed in it that I left in plain view on the kitchen table, in my pocket...Oh many I couldn't smoking anything else I was so freaked out Lol. He never noticed anything...or at least he never said anything about it yet. Man I never got so freaked out in my life. I almost died laughing later that night over it. I learned my lesson...for now on I smoke OUTSIDE the house. Less chances of getting busted that way.

OH, once i was on dxm, and at the park...i had taken a LOT and was quite fucked up...the police came, and i vomited on him...

they took me to the hospital soon after, and charged me with 5th degree assault for the puke...