A story that will make any stoner cry
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Originally Posted by Stedric
l0L U r s00 g4y!!!1 L4Yk 1 HeRd tat U aNd y0R Fr1eNdz toTaLlY hAv3 TeH bUm SAix!!!one!!!
I'm not sure a better response could have been said to such a statement as that.
A story that will make any stoner cry
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Originally Posted by Stedric
I'm sure its giving you an erection. Seriously dude, drop it. No one except you seems to give a shit, and if you think your offending me your wrong. I gather all my friends around the computer to point and laugh at your posts. I know who I am, I know I'm straight. If I was gay, what would you do about it? Make fun of me? I just laugh at you anyways.
Seriously, go suck a cock. Not because I believe its wrong, but because you don't seem to want to drop this "gay/not gay" thing and the only reason I can think of for that is because you really want some cock.
No hard feelings, keep posting what you want to post and I'll keep laughing.
Yeah you're right. I'm gay. You got me.
This is my last post on the matter.
Here's the deal - You were shirtless kissing a dude and you looked like you really enjoyed it. you weren't paid to do so or anything. You have long hair like a broad.
OF COURSE someone is going to bust your balls. I don't take you any more seriously than you take me, but I just couldn't let that one slide by without saying something. What do you think I want to come and fight you or something?
Consider it now dropped.
Didnt mean to offend any real gays, either, if there are any who post here.
A story that will make any stoner cry
I kiss guys all the time. Sometimes I suck dick for bus money and walk home.
A story that will make any stoner cry
A story that will make any stoner cry
This talk about finding pot brings back a memory.. and a tear to my eye..
When I first started smoking pot (I was around 13-14), There was an abandon house nearby. Most of the older stoners would hang there. Through friends & grapevine and whatnot, our younger crew heard that one of the big local dealers was robbed.
His house was broken into and his pot stolen. (He worked at a junkyard I would later find out, and grew his own sinse in the field behind the junkyard)
The stolen pot added up to a tad over 3 pounds. It was all freshly manicured & cured. All buds, no seeds, the first "kind" buds I had ever seen. Anyways, me and my friends bought a nickel bag and headed to the abandon house to smoke up. We climb up into the attic and notice that the fiberglass had been moved. I lifted it up to adjust so I could sit properly, and there it was. 2 freezer ziplocks bag packed full of pot. My first instinct, grab the pot, shove it up my shirt and run. No telling when the stasher was coming back, the house was a neighborhood hangout. Me and my 2 buddies ran like the wind. Once we got to our "fort" in the back of my house, we divided the pot up. We each got about a pound each. Now mind you, this was almost 15 years ago.
Dr Dre the Chronic had recently came out, kids were starting to "thug" it out. So we did what we thought right. We started selling pot and spending money.
We were living like little kings back then for about a month. Taking limo's to go on shopping spree's at our local mall. Throwing parties, buying insane jewelry for our little girlfriends.. Smoking some of the best pot we had ever laid our lips on. My parents were a little suspicious of my behavior but one of my friends parents were very well off and a little eccentric so I would always use him as my alibi for anything.
A couple of the kids who I would guess stole the pot got word of our "dealings" and confronted us a couple times. We got beatup more then once, but we would always say we got our pot from some other guy and send them off on a wild goose chase. Eventually, they started buying their stolen pot from us! Screw them, they were big bullies anyways...
When the pot was gone, so was our money. We all had dreams of dealing again but not one of them was successful. The profit margin sucked.
I will always remember that fateful month of July, 1993
Best summer of my life.
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Originally Posted by Johnny Depp
If you bought pot in the Cleveland Suburbs in the summer of 1993, theres a 76% chance that it was ours.
:D
A story that will make any stoner cry
A story that will make any stoner cry
WTF! What a bitch! WTF!!!!
A story that will make any stoner cry
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Originally Posted by Gothen
I bet they thought since it was in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the woods, what chance is there somebody is going to find it?
I mean, honestly. That shit had to have been fated to happen. A million to one odds....the Stoner Gods must have been asleep when this happened.
Or too stoned to know what was going on.
A story that will make any stoner cry
Quote:
Originally Posted by Relic2279
This talk about finding pot brings back a memory.. and a tear to my eye..
When I first started smoking pot (I was around 13-14), There was an abandon house nearby. Most of the older stoners would hang there. Through friends & grapevine and whatnot, our younger crew heard that one of the big local dealers was robbed.
His house was broken into and his pot stolen. (He worked at a junkyard I would later find out, and grew his own sinse in the field behind the junkyard)
The stolen pot added up to a tad over 3 pounds. It was all freshly manicured & cured. All buds, no seeds, the first "kind" buds I had ever seen. Anyways, me and my friends bought a nickel bag and headed to the abandon house to smoke up. We climb up into the attic and notice that the fiberglass had been moved. I lifted it up to adjust so I could sit properly, and there it was. 2 freezer ziplocks bag packed full of pot. My first instinct, grab the pot, shove it up my shirt and run. No telling when the stasher was coming back, the house was a neighborhood hangout. Me and my 2 buddies ran like the wind. Once we got to our "fort" in the back of my house, we divided the pot up. We each got about a pound each. Now mind you, this was almost 15 years ago.
Dr Dre the Chronic had recently came out, kids were starting to "thug" it out. So we did what we thought right. We started selling pot and spending money.
We were living like little kings back then for about a month. Taking limo's to go on shopping spree's at our local mall. Throwing parties, buying insane jewelry for our little girlfriends.. Smoking some of the best pot we had ever laid our lips on. My parents were a little suspicious of my behavior but one of my friends parents were very well off and a little eccentric so I would always use him as my alibi for anything.
A couple of the kids who I would guess stole the pot got word of our "dealings" and confronted us a couple times. We got beatup more then once, but we would always say we got our pot from some other guy and send them off on a wild goose chase. Eventually, they started buying their stolen pot from us! Screw them, they were big bullies anyways...
When the pot was gone, so was our money. We all had dreams of dealing again but not one of them was successful. The profit margin sucked.
I will always remember that fateful month of July, 1993
Best summer of my life.
:D
are you from the cleveland area?
A story that will make any stoner cry
Jah is crying, and so am I :(
