So, on Saturday I picked up some lovely bud. White Widow this time, had some White Rhino last week and that was kickass. I was planning to make this last all week, as there was 5 grams there...
I smoked a small spliff about 11am, and Im sure some of you have seen my biftas, theyre big! This one was just a 'pinner' to test it out. After half of it, I decide to save it for later because Im so damn stoned. Anyway, my dad gives me a lift to my mates house. I get there 1.30, and have to babble to his mum for an hour or so, completely baked. When I say I have to babble, I mean I have to babble, because my mind doesnt want to do anything else.
Its 3pm before Im finally sober again, and by that time me and Ben are rolling a couple of spliffs and packing a pipe ready for our journey down to Budgens to buy some rizlas. Bens relegated to packing bowls, because frankly, hes shite at rolling. Well, hes not bad, but I always roll nice spliffs because thats all I smoke :)
So we walk out to the garden, have a drink and a fag before we set off, and just as were walking out the back gate it starts pissing it down. Not just pissing it down, bloody thunder and lightning aswell. We decide its better to smoke in his room, but the back door is locked! We sit in the shed and shelter from the storm instead. Not a good idea, as the shed isnt exactly waterproof as I found out. We smoke a couple of spliffs and a pipe while listening to the storm. It was so cool, it lasted about 2 hours and Bens mum rung his mobile to find out where we were. His mobile is fecked, so he has to shout down the mouthpiece so people can hear him.
"WERE IN THE SHED!"
"Where?"
"IN THE SHED, SHELTERING FROM THE RAIN!!!"
After it stops raining, I roll another couple of spliffs and we go for a wander. We end up smoking under some bridge somewhere, and after we finish a black dude and a really hot guy come down to phone their dealer. We walk off, for another wander, and end up going down the local park to smoke (yet again). Anyway, after weve rolled a spliff we want to go on the swings, slides, seesaws etc and find out the bastards have closed the gate.
Right now we are hit with an incredible desire to munch. I think this was about 8pm, although Im not too sure as we were both incredibly stoned. We walk down to tesco/mcdonalds/burger king/pizza hut (theyre all right next to eachother), yet again hoping to buy some rizlas and get some damn food. Well, we make detours to smoke. And we made more detours because 'its quicker this way mate'. As we all know, detours when stoned make for a longer journey. This was no exception.
I remember saying 'theres a park down here, we can skin up there'. We then find out its the same park thats just shut. Also, there were some knobhead chavs in a car who decided to throw an egg at us. It missed my foot (Im wearing sandals throughout the whole thing) by mere inches. God Bless Mary Jane. I like to think she had some say in the egg-foot-chav thing, although its debateable whether the now-not-so-healthy stash of Herb in my pocket had anything to do with the egg missing my foot.
This story is getting pretty long, so to sum things up... we got to Burger King. Shut :( We go to the tobacco bit in Tesco. Shut :( We get to McDonalds. Shut :( We walk back to Tesco to get some food. Shut :(
We had to walk to the fucking cinema to get some popcorn. I then smoked the rest of my herb out of Bens pipe while waiting for my old man to pick us up from Teccys.
A lot of things were said, all of which funny, none of them remembered :thumbsup:
