that has to be one of the best stonner stories ever write ghost.lmao so fucking funny
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that has to be one of the best stonner stories ever write ghost.lmao so fucking funny
Awesome story Ghost.
i was looking through my old post and found this one,come on folks lets here a story,i have one: once upon a time,in a galaxy far far away i was haveing a joint,and loe and behold a not-so-good freind of mine calls...seems to me they always call while i'm getting high...maybe it's a sign...my dad knocks and i open the door trying to act like i didn't just slaughter a skunk in my ultra comfy chair,he go's "whats that smell are you smokeing weed?"(he's a smoker too BTW)i mumbled something,and said "i need to take this call" he walks into my room and asks were my weed is and i say i don't have anymore(which is true) but my little metle pipe is sitting on the desk(has a fimo wrap around with the danceing dear of the Ungratefull Dead on it,hence the name Smokey the Bear )and he looked right at it,no way he could have missed it,he looked at the pipe and then glance at me with that all to knowing fellow stoner look and says"Just don't smoke in the house".i nearly shat myself,but the whole time i had a huge grin on my face and afterwards i went and got a nug from his stash(he was asleep on the couch undoutably stonned off his rocker)and have two bowls,over all a good night.now a days i leave my 29 inch homemade bong and my two new glass pipes out on my bedside table with my weed right next to them,i love the privacy he gives me,he said(and i quote)"i smell the shit all the time and don't say anything" so i can smoke when,where,why,and how i want as long as i'm not blowing smoke in his face
This story happened at around christmas time. i was at an awsome party out in someones yard. me and my friend went around back and chugged on a bong and smoked about a gram between us. we come back into the yard stoned as fuck. it was awsome and everything was all happy. but i cant really remember how it started but all of a sudden me and my friend were running around the back yard trying to hide in bushes cos we thought cops were raiding the party. i think i can remember someone saying cops so naturally i freaked out. well anyway after running around for about a minute wandering where the fuck to hide me and my friend settle for the bush in the garden bed. we were in there listening with our ears as best we could. we could still hear the music but i sware people were running out of the house and jumping over the fence. so about 15 minutes later, when we had nearly fallen asleep in that oh so comfortable bush we thought it was safe to emerge. so we walk around the corner to the yard and as normal there were about 30 people just talking in the front yard and ppl drinking and smoking. it looked as if nothing had happened and as if noone had moved from the postions from which we had left. i quickly asked somone about where the cops had gone and they just looked at me and sed wtf. just thought that was a good story cos it was my first and only huge panic attack
hahaha i have panic attacks every now and again,scary :D,but i kinda enjoy them,it's like playing cops and robbers or cowboys and indians...maybe i need a brake(sp?i'm drunk)Quote:
Originally Posted by gunner90210