My High Friend Went Totally Nuts

Alright... so recently, like about an hour ago, I went to smoke with a buddy of mine who lives next to me. He's cool, he's super chill when he's high, and he smokes a lot, no problem.

I had just acquired some weed that was actually pretty damn good, it was $50 for an 1/8th. So I got it, and I smoked him out. We smoked in separate devices (me smoking out of the pipe, him smoking out of my bong)..

So we smoke, and he's like, "dude, I'm feeling weird." So I thought nothing of it because he always says that, and I was like "smoke more dude." So he did. And then we got up, and we walked back, giggling a lot because we were both so damn high.

So we get back to my room, and he just stands by the door, and he's quiet. I'm like, hey <name omitted>, do you want to get some drinks from your room? And he just is still standing there, looking at the window, he's still in his huge jacket, the hood on and everything. He starts muttering under his breath.

Singing to himself. Touching himself all over. Singing. Laughing. Staring off into space. Generally high and tripping his fucking nuts off like he's on shrooms. So I'm all trying to get him to chill, I fail, I try again, I fail, I try again, I fail, I try again, I fail, and so finally, I'm like, "DUDE, CHILL OUT. SERIOUSLY." And he looks at me, and down at the futon, and just slumps down over the back of the futon.

Quiet at first, and then getting steadily louder, He starts saying weird-ass things like "Oh my god.. It's going to get me. The world is riipping apart. I'm dying inside."

So I kinda hit him, and I'm all like, "dude, chill the fuck out. Everything is ok." (Keep in mind that I actually had smoked twice as much as him out of my pipe's huge-ass bowl).

So he's slumping down, and he shifts his weight suddenly (he weighs about 260 lbs.) and the chair looses support, and he falls down, and moans pitifully. So I pick him up, and mutter, "your embaracing yourself and me." And then I tell him to leave.

So he just sits down. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail.

So then I'm just like, "Dude.. just leave this room. Just go back to your room.


And I give him visine, he missed, squirting it all over his face. I take them, and simply drop them in like normal.

I send him on his way, and he almost falls over his chair again on the way out.

I look at my roommate, sad, and explain that, "I had smoked twice as much as he did, and look at me." I was totally straight.

So my roommate says, "dude.. you realize that when he came in here, he basically had a panic attack, followed by a nervous breakdown."

True That.

So basically.. the motto of the story is: Know Your Limits. Respect the POWER OF THE HERB.

p.s. I'm high :D

lol good story

sounds like he was fuckin with ya

i've had friends do that before. like you said, a combination of too much bud and not enough experience. It's when you learn to channel all that to the inside that you start having real fun.

good story man.

he smoked rox

it happend to me. except i had smoked a full quarter ounce and a couple hits of saliva 20X. i couldnt talk or think right, i didnt know who i was i was incredibly depressed and found absoultley no reason to live. i also understood so much about life that it scared the shit out of me. and theeeeen my friend was talking to me and i screamed and was crying because he looked so scary and i thought i was in the forest and i was convinced (absoultley POSITIVE) that he was the devil coming to get me.

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Originally Posted by Hempamasta

Alright... so recently, like about an hour ago, I went to smoke with a buddy of mine who lives next to me. He's cool, he's super chill when he's high, and he smokes a lot, no problem.

I had just acquired some weed that was actually pretty damn good, it was $50 for an 1/8th. So I got it, and I smoked him out. We smoked in separate devices (me smoking out of the pipe, him smoking out of my bong)..

So we smoke, and he's like, "dude, I'm feeling weird." So I thought nothing of it because he always says that, and I was like "smoke more dude." So he did. And then we got up, and we walked back, giggling a lot because we were both so damn high.

So we get back to my room, and he just stands by the door, and he's quiet. I'm like, hey <name omitted>, do you want to get some drinks from your room? And he just is still standing there, looking at the window, he's still in his huge jacket, the hood on and everything. He starts muttering under his breath.

Singing to himself. Touching himself all over. Singing. Laughing. Staring off into space. Generally high and tripping his fucking nuts off like he's on shrooms. So I'm all trying to get him to chill, I fail, I try again, I fail, I try again, I fail, I try again, I fail, and so finally, I'm like, "DUDE, CHILL OUT. SERIOUSLY." And he looks at me, and down at the futon, and just slumps down over the back of the futon.

Quiet at first, and then getting steadily louder, He starts saying weird-ass things like "Oh my god.. It's going to get me. The world is riipping apart. I'm dying inside."

So I kinda hit him, and I'm all like, "dude, chill the fuck out. Everything is ok." (Keep in mind that I actually had smoked twice as much as him out of my pipe's huge-ass bowl).

So he's slumping down, and he shifts his weight suddenly (he weighs about 260 lbs.) and the chair looses support, and he falls down, and moans pitifully. So I pick him up, and mutter, "your embaracing yourself and me." And then I tell him to leave.

So he just sits down. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail. I try to get him to chill the fuck out. I fail.

So then I'm just like, "Dude.. just leave this room. Just go back to your room.


And I give him visine, he missed, squirting it all over his face. I take them, and simply drop them in like normal.

I send him on his way, and he almost falls over his chair again on the way out.

I look at my roommate, sad, and explain that, "I had smoked twice as much as he did, and look at me." I was totally straight.

So my roommate says, "dude.. you realize that when he came in here, he basically had a panic attack, followed by a nervous breakdown."

True That.

So basically.. the motto of the story is: Know Your Limits. Respect the POWER OF THE HERB.

p.s. I'm high :D

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Comic Genius. :dance:

the first time i smoked, i thougt i was going to die...

I was like 16, and it was like 8:30, and my stomach was on the swings, and i kept calling for my friend, to help me live or whatever, and get me water... haha

I still remember, then we went to town, met up with all the girls and had a lot of fun yo, i didn't go home because i was still fucked, my body felt wierd for like a week

That is fucked up... haha, omg, that's fucking nuts.

I have a friend like that. We smoked a few bowls. And he was fucking flipping out, saying the most random things. Like it wouldn't make any sense, but it's structure sounded like a sentence. Something "Teen rage shampoo the towel red dog." That's the only thing I can remember, because after that I told him to go quiet down and watch TV. It was pretty funny, but it got annoying. Yeah.