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My first time i was with about 4 or 5 friends and one of my friends had bud. This was the first high, not the first time i smoked. We went into a wooded area and we were all smoking, I wasn't even inhaling right, but i must have gotten some THC into my system anyways. I kept hitting the crappy ass water bottle pipe we had but i was coughing so much it was at the point that I thought i was gonna puke. So i turned to me friend who was the only one who wasn't an amateur
"I'm done"
"Are you high yet?"
"no"
"then you're not done"

We finally finished up and as we were walking out, I started feeling better, and the trees started to look a little cooler, but I just wrote it off and told myself it was just a placebo effect. But then I felt the euphoria and knew that I was high. I was laughing at the stupidest stuff. It only lasted like 30 minutes because I didn't inhale right. But that turned out to be good anyways because I had to leave like 15 minutes after I lost my high and since it was my first time I wouldn't have been able to hold it together. So I left my friends, went home and the rest is history.

Me and my friend Jack went to my friend Lauren's house. We had about 2 grams, so we went to her basement and started smoking. It was my 3rd or 4th time smoking but I'd never been high.

So I really start to feel it in the middle of my 4th or 5th hit. I was literally inhaling the hit and it was like I got slapped. I looked at my feet and they were moving on their own. I just kept walking back and forth through the room, I wasn't controlling my legs.

So we eventually stop, and we're just chilling, and Lauren goes upstairs to get the Fabreeze. She comes back down and sprays it at me, and for some reason it was the funniest shit of our lives. She just kept spraying Fabreeze at me, and we were literally ROFLing. Seriously, we were rolling on the ground.

So she eventually has to go out with her friend, so we say our goodbyes and she leaves. Me and Jack start to head back to our car. The problem was Lauren lives in an big condo complex, and she didn't want my car to be in the parking lot near her condo in case her dad came home and saw it, so we parked in another lot, a one or two minute walk from her condo. So we start to walk, and about 10 minutes later we realize we have NO idea where we're going. So I called Lauren and told her to come back and show me how to get there, but she's already at the 99 and couldn't come back, so she decided to give me directions. She starts going, and I zone out. I snap back and yell "JACK, YOU NEED TO TAKE THE PHONE, SHE'S GIVING ME DIRECTIONS BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, IT'S LIKE THE TEACHER FROM CHARLIE BROWN!". I honestly had no idea what she was saying. So I'm freaking out, I'm really cold and I'm convinced we're never gonna make it to the car. Of course we do, we were literally right outside the lot the whole time we were on the phone with Lauren.

So we get in, I calm down, and we decide to get some food. We go to Burger King and get in the drive-thru. While we're there I just start yelling at Jack that we'd been waiting for our food for hours and they needed to hurry the fuck up, but he assures me we'd been in the drive-thru for 5 minutes. Eventually we get our food, and chill out, eating our BK and listening to his Pink Floyd playlist.

i was always against weed and drugs and stoners lol...

everyday in grade 6 i would come home and start making lunch and id hear my brothers and ALLL their friends ripping down the street in their cars, and i knew they were coming to my house.. everyday they did.. and everyday they were in the garage. i never really thought much of it until one day it smelt weird haha and i go in my garage and theres all these guys and girls and smoke everywhere haha . they all are asking me to take a hit haha i'm like wtf is that fuck that idea. then i slowly caught on that they were smoking weed haha and they kept asking me to do hot knives during lunch break, and i was like i gotta go back to school.... then finally i asked for a ride somewhere and the only way i was gettin out was if i smoked a parachute... so i did haha and i was fucked.

now that i look back on it im fuckin glad i didnt go knive rips then go to skool.. in grade 6:stoned::wtf:

^^ you would of just been more creative if you did the knife rips..:thumbsup: yay for art class..

Having lived in Alaska, Ive smoked off and on since I was 12, although my first toke was at 6 yrs old it doesnt really count. But the first time I got seriously STONED was when I spent Xmas night at my cousin Drew's house. He was selling at the time so he had a nice quantity of BC bud, and he had a 3 1/2 foot Tommy Chong bong. You put it next to his 5 foot plastic bong and the 5 footer just fades in the background... that Tommy Chong was absolutely magnificently monstrous, with about a 4 inch diameter and a bowlpiece that could easily pack an 1/8.

I had never hit a bong before so he gave me a quick rundown. He would hold the lighter, I would suck up as much smoke as I wanted to inhale, then he would pull the bowl out and I would suck it all in. I think its important to mention at this point that I hadnt smoked weed OR cigarettes in like a year, year and a half lol. I think I was around 14.

So... he packs an 1/8 of his nice sensimilla into the bowl and I proceed to burn off the whole bowl and pack three and a half feet of dense, yellow smoke into the neck of that bong. I let my breath out so I could start fresh and see how much of this eigths worth of smoke I could inhale. I took three breaths and.... cleared the whole tube. My cousin was speechless, his friend almost shit himself and the other dude said(and Ill never forget this lol) "DUUUUUDDE! What are you... ironlungs!?!?" I had never had that much smoke in my lungs and I was so surprised all I could do was hold it in for like 20 seconds til I realized I need to exhale lol. Thanks to the fact that it was some nice creeper weed my dumbass did it again. Lol after that second hit, all I remember is sitting on the couch and not being able to burp for the fuckin life of me. And turning to the guy to the right of me on the couch, I began mumbling the most incoherent gobbledygook ever. The thing is, I could almost grasp the concept I was trying to get across.. it made sense and I was kind of able to think of an effective enough way to communicate said process. However on the way to my vocal chords the message was lost LMAO. After a minute or two of me just looking at him with eyes so squinty they probably looked shut completely and mumbling he just started laughing his ass off and told my cousin he liked me, he needs to get high with me more often lmao. After they left I asked my cousin if it was time to go home yet. He was like "Huh???" I said "well... I mean.. like... weve been here for a couple days..... Right??" He was like "dude... its been 20 minutes MAX"

lololol it was awesome after that.. I anxiously asked him for a glass of water and remember it took me forever to drink it because I was so high I thought I was going to drown while drinking a fuckin glass of water lmao. Then a series of passing out and waking up, passing out and waking up.. fuzzy memories.. sounds... yelling.. wake up. Drews girlfriend was yelling at somebody.. it was another weed sale but... yelling... I should kick his asssssss...zz.zzzzzzzzzzzz lol.

Drew was soooo worried about me lmao. Probably more worried that I would still be retarded when my dad picked me up and he would end up catching shit lol. I was high for a couple days off that shit, but my dad never knew.

I have never come even close to getting that high again... ever lol. Although I would love to :D

Alirghty, the first time I smoked was this past 4/20 with my old/now again best friend. I had never thought about smoking until we started talking again ( A couple years back he had stopped talking to me for some reason but he came to me telling me how he felt real bad about it and I'm not one to hold a grudge so you know) and I told him you know what, I want to know what it feels like to be high. Needless to say he was all for it, so I went over to his house on 4/20. He rolled up a blunt and we smoked it and put the roach in his bong and killed that, and then we started talking and whatever just catching up and stuff and reminiscing about the past. After that, he rolled another blunt and we repeated the process. I was pretty high ( I guess I'm one of the lucky ones :jointsmile:) and since then we've been smoking together almost everyday!

I went to a garage where people smoke at at lunch during school on June 5 of last year, since my good female friend had convinced me to try it.

They loaded a pipe and wouldn't let me stop until we'd toked our way through 5 bowls of some pretty potent shit...I got STONED, and it hit me like a fucking freight trane after about bowl 3. I just laughed for about 2 hours and said the weirdest shit, and ended up literally lying on the ground gasping for breath.

I can control myself more now, but when I get high, I still get HIGH. Part of it's probably because I don't smoke 10 times a day like many of the people here...more of a once a week guy.

k k k so my first tym for gettin stoned was a while ago.. my buddy did it and i was like fuck this i want sum too.. so we took a drive around the streets while havin a joint and we decided tu go tu a shoppin mall and fuck it was bad! it felt like i was in a tv game and goin crazy.. worst of all my mothers best friend was der an saw how gone i was lol! but she didnt split on me! :-)

Alot of these stories are pretty fuckin hilarious. Keep em comin'.

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Originally Posted by WEEDIPI

k k k so my first tym for gettin stoned was a while ago.. my buddy did it and i was like fuck this i want sum too.. so we took a drive around the streets while havin a joint and we decided tu go tu a shoppin mall and fuck it was bad! it felt like i was in a tv game and goin crazy.. worst of all my mothers best friend was der an saw how gone i was lol! but she didnt split on me! :-)

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haha.. i love goin to a new world when i smoke..