For a stoner, happiness is...

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Originally Posted by Opie Yutts

Yes! but this is supposed to be more stoner oriented. That's happiness for everyone. Oh well I guess nearly all of this other stuff is too. Well then, happiness is eluding a police officer in a stock 1959 Ford pickup. NOTE: THAT WAS DONE BY A NON PROFESSIONAL DRIVER ON AN OPEN COURSE. (Actually, it was on streets.)

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LOL, you smoked a pig in a '59 ford pickup? Niiiice.

One time me and my friend were hotboxin' in my car in this public park (the parking lot). Cop showed up, and we were sure we were busted. Nope, didn't get busted... and I'm sure the popo could smell the maryjane, cuz we were only able to air out the car for like 2 minutes (while parked). Then he followed us while we were driving away... what a freaky drive... and we were blitzed! We were mad happy when we got away by taking a left turn at a stop sign while a car was coming, so that the cop would have actually had to wait for the car to pass. It was LEET!

But stoner-related happiness... come on now. It's lightin' up a fatty with your best friends.

The first hit.

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Originally Posted by Stumps

The first hit.

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Is that the first hit of the day, of your life, of a harvest, in a new pipe? It could be all of those.

Imagine the first hit ever.

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Originally Posted by mfqr

LIL, you smoked a pig in a '59 ford pickup? Nice.

One time me and my friend were hotboxin' in my car in this public park (the parking lot). Cop showed up, and we were sure we were busted. Nope, didn't get busted

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I wouldn't say I smoked him, I just hid from him when he started chasing me. It was at night. I took a left, and another, then quickly shut everything down. He went flying by me with sirens blazing and lights a flashing. Yes!

Your's sounds kind of scary. A buddy of mine had his big car bong in his console in plain view. He got pulled over and his car searched, and the cop didn't see or smell it. Now yours and my buddy's experiences could definitely be happiness for a stoner.

happiness is "flying out" on the "red eye", to fiji, in stelletos, a black dress, a bowl, endless bag,

and a rich, hunk a burning love, kissing my shaped ass !

and coming back 2 years later and the headlines read !

">>>>>>>>>>>> "ITS LEGAL"<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

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I use CD cases to hide my weed.
One stoner session got cancelled at the last second, so I put the CD back in the rack.
A week later; I reach for Rolling Stones greatest hits, open up, find 7 spliff's instead of a CD. I wasn't complaining.

hacky sack on the beach with a fatty joint.

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Originally Posted by Metaphor

legalization.

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QFT.

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Originally Posted by Opie Yutts

For a stoner, happiness is...

Finding weed that you forgot you had when you're out.

Anyone else?

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honestly, that exact thing has happened to me so many times its ridiculous. I have often thought of my stash drawer as magic, because somehow it always has weed for me in my time of need.

For a stoner, happiness is being able to smoke Mary Jane again after a 25 year hiatus - smoked only a few times during those years.

So I am damned happy now, LOL...