Favorite Pipe, Bong, or general piece experience.

Whether you know it or not you're going to have an experience that was centered around a smoking instrument, whether that be a pipe, bong, chillum, or whatever that you will always remember. I remember the christening of my bowl, Twisted Paradise, which is named after a twizzlers snackety treat. I had just picked up a z the day before I drove down to get it. I was with a friend C and a friend L. We were walking down the street having smoked a blunt on the way, and up we go to our local head shop, i had 60 bucks to drop on a nice piece. So I looked around and finally saw a 6 incher that was nearly clear with a double blown stem. Of course there were bits of blue and green lightly twisting around the bowl. So we drive out onto a dirt road. I grab the rootbeers, and chips, the eighth in my car and my bowl. Finding a log 500 feet in we sit down and toke up. After 1 hour we stand up after smoking 7 bowls, then one hour later we stumble out onto the road 300 feet away from the car. We stink like weed smoke and potato grease. So we drove off into the setting sun, laughing, and smoking joints. O how i love my baby.:rasta:

That's awesome. I have a few good stories about mine, my favourite short one is I "borrowed" my mom's credit card to get my new bong, Sprinkle. Eventually she found out that I bought it but the week it was supposed to come she went on vacation last minute so I got to it first :D

o man my buddy's got a magical 1 footer. The Genie, i remember having to get to class right after smoking 3 bowls between the two of us out of it. it had been awhile since i had been that blasted. ya my avatar is my baby, twisted paradise.

This one time during my Sophmore (spelling?) year of high school I was at a party, and needless to say since I was there, there was bud. Bunch of Juniors had "Royal" OG Kush (which I later told them, does not exist and they got ripped the fuck off, 90 bucks for about 2 grams, stupid high schoolers) but they had nothing to smoke it out of! I came to the rescue with a large bottle of Arrowhead water, duct tape, and a pen. Everybody looked at me with amazement, and after my home-made contraption went around a few times I busted out a fat-ass joint with some Zig-Zags I accidentally found in my pocket.


I remember that night because it was the first time I was called the "Weed Master" a title I still hold to this day, and the following Monday I literally overheard somebody in the hallway say "Hey it's him, the Weed Master."

So that would be my favorite experience with a certain piece.