Be honest, have you ever stolen or taken someone elses stash?

I was sitting here eating my lunch and saw an e-mail from this kid I went to college with. He caught up with me and had put down some stuff that we did in school. One of them was the only time I stole someone elses drugs...but it was with good reason. It goes like this...

My college dorm room was a suite, 1 bathroom, 1 common area, 3 rooms, 2 students to a room. We all got along pretty well. As the year went on, we all formed or belonged to our individual cliques or whatnot.

So my original roommate, Steve, was friends was this kid from Aruba, Elmer. I used to smoke with them all the time even though they we were completely different. They were big metal and grunge heads, I hang with the urban set. My other friend that lived in our suite, Phil, he never liked either one of them. He'd smoke with me and Steve every once in a while, but never Elmer...didn't trust him. Which, you'll see why...

One night, most of the suitemates are gone. It's just me and Steve staying for the weekend. I had visited my girl at another school that Friday night and came back early Sat morning...maybe 2. Since no one was there, I just crashed and went to sleep. ABout 3:30 or so, the fire alarm goes off. Now, by this time of year, this was a weekly occurence on the weekends. So I decided I wasn't going anywhere. I heard noises and it sounded like people were checking the suites, but I drifted back to sleep.

So I wake and go to the community kitchen to fix some breakfst. I walk back to our suite and I notice the lock to my roomate Phils room is punched out and I'm like, "WTF?". So Steve must have come in after me b/c he was sleeping when I woke up. I now try to wake him up and tell him I think we got jacked. He's so out of it that he pays no mind. So now I'm on the phone with the campus police.

So fast forward...investigation...hard feelings in the suite...soom roommates leave...very bad situation...situation resolved... It turns out on that night night, Steve, Elmer, and another kid broke into the room (cause they knew Phil had some nice stuff) and took everything. By time Phil and his roommate got everything back, it was broken, in pieces, not working, etc.

So the next year, I'm walking back from class and I run into Elmer. We chit-chat for a bit and he asks me if I know if anyone wants any acid. I tell him know and ask him what's up. He says he just got a sheet of some serious 'triple dipped' acid and he's trying to hurry and sell it all before his mother comes for a visit. So we chit chat some more and go on our separate ways.

I decided to buy some of the acid and take it with me into the city and I'd sell it while I was clubbing. So I head over to Elmers suite. No one is there and the door is unlocked. So I go into the suite and call peoples name, no answer. So then I get curious and go knock on Elmers door, no answer, but his door is unlocked. So I go in and start looking for the acid. Sure as shit, I find it in his fridge. So I grab the baggie it was in and start to leave. As I'm leaving, two of his suitemates come in. I duck into the bathroom and I'm shitting bricks now. I figured I'd wait until they leave but it seems like they are there to stay. So I kinda shake it off and walk out. They ask what's up and I tell them I needed to see Elmer but he's not here. So they're just like, "OK, cool. Yo, stop by this weekend, we're supposed to be getting some killer smoke" and I'm like OK. Damn bastard...he didn't even tell his roommates about the acid.

So off I went with an entire sheet of acid. But here's the best part. I decided I needed to test my newly acquired stash, so I drop two hits. About 30 mins later, Elmer comes by my suite. The acid is just starting to come on but not really. So he knocks, I answer, he asks me if I've seen so-and-so and such-and-such and I say no. He asks for a dime, I sell him one. Conversation over. I was tripping on his acid which I stole from him, in his face. CLASSIC!!

So yeah, that was my one and only time and as you can see, there was a little bit of good reason for it.

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many times, revenge is a bitch.

^Many times? You're a fucking prick.

But i did it once... but i was piss drunk, and after i took it (1.5 grams) i gave it back the next day...

But my friend still brings that up even tho i havent done it since.

Once when I was like 15, I was on a date with a girl, and I put my hand out for her to take. Then she put a Hot Tomales candy in my hand. It's a miracle I had the guts to try it again next time. She actually figured it out the second time around.

^^^^lol what does that have to do with stealing stuff????

I never stole anybody's stash but my Twinkies got taken from me at work one time and I found out it was the janitor crashing everybody's food and eating it when nobody was around so I figured I'd get him back.........

So I buy a whole box of Twinkies and unwrap them and me and my buddies wipe them all over our hot sweaty balls and asses after a sunny hot weekend afternoon of pick up basketball!!! I mean some real nasty jelly "butt goo" stuff man, If you ever seen me sweat you'd know that my taint jams up enough to make 5 juicy smelly sandwiches!!

We neatly place them back in the wrappers and super glue the packaging back together.

Sure as fuck the janitor was eating my Twinkies all week that I left in the cupboard next to fridge. The janitor would raid the cupboards and fridge after 4 o'clock break so after about 3 or 4 days we hide in the workout room and come out while he's eating my "sack and ass" coated Twinkies. Revenge is so damn sweet!!

"So Joe....How'd my balls and ass taste?" Needless to say, Joe never stole food from any of the employees again.

This is a good way to set up dirty fuckers that steal your stash too. Take a sack of weed if you can afford it and soak it in your piss and let it dry for your thief so called friends to smoke and then confront them and ask how they liked your wizz-weed!!

yea, weve stolen lotsa stash at parties and stuff but only stupid people i don really kno.

Nope, never. I wouldnt fuck with some ones emotions like that...ok fine, maybe i've pinched a few buds out of a bag before :p.

Nope, and never will. I like to think that we stoners have a common ground and respect for one another not to. Take matching for example, a few buddies come over and I smoke them up, next time I'm dry I call them up and I get toked up. Works out well. Separates weed from a lot of the other hardcore drugs like coke and meth.

But if we stoners started stealing from each other all the time we'd be just as bad as the coke-heads and oxycontin fiends breaking into pharmicies for drugs or stealing $$.

The only time I came close was a buddy of mine left probably .5 a gram over my house, I toked it up for a wake in bake but he didn't even care. I was honest about it and he didn't even remember he left it there.