Your most memorable experience

Okay, everyone list their most memorable experience.
Include the setting: who you were with, what kind of weed was it, what you smoked out of, where you smoked it at, what happened, etc...
I stayed home from school today because I was tired in the morning, and I have no weed to smoke until tonight, and I'm bored as hell, so everyone list your favorite/most memorable experience.

Alright well it was about 2 months ago, on a school night at about 1 in the morning. I rolled a fat joint with 4 nuggets in it, I don't know what kind of weed it was. Anyway, I smoked that shit, and ran home and had no idea what I was doing. When I got into my basement I layed on the couch and closed my eyes and was seeing all sorts of colors and shit, it was amazing. The colors were just...wow, unbelievable, that's all I have to say.

My most memerable high was the bubbler attack


hallucinations for about 4 hours... sitting in back yard staring off at the tress seeing smiley faces and seeing my heartbeat pattern go to the top of the trees and come back down and go back up every beat....

basically the best high ever....

its what the hippies wanted i think:thumbsup: :rasta:

The best high I ever had was the first time I ever smoked. It's a long story, but it's funny so I'll tell you guys.

Gus convinces me to smoke some weed. Him, me and Dylan,(both of them are big time potheads and have been smoking twice as long as me. So we ride to Gus's house, and then we tell his mom we're going to go to Chris's house.

Instead we walk around and we smoke. I start coughing on my firts few hits, no surprise. We walk around for two hours smoking(about six bowls) and then it hits me. All of a sudden we're running back to Gus's house for no reason. There's this transparent wall between my brain and my conscious. And I feel like I have extra weight on me but it's no problem to carry.

All of a sudden I can't remember anything, I'm just kinda zoning out and we're all chattering to eachother. It's like a dream almost, you'll wake up occasionally and not remember what's been going on but have a vague idea of what you've been up to. After a few seconds, the veil slips over my mind again and I'm zoning out once more.

We get back to Gus's house and start looking for munchies. We find some assorted snacks and then I find soem chocolate frosting in one of those little plastic containers. We sit at the table and begin talking again. I start off by saying to Gus-

"Dude remember in that one dvd where that dude hits the german guy in the head with a hotdog!?"

Gus's reply went something like-

"Dude, I didn't hit an amish guy with a hotdog you idiot,"

I wanted to explain to him what I had really said but I couldn't remember what it was, nor did I feel liek trying to remember or explain. Instead I just started laughing. It spread like ebola and pretty soon we were all laughing our asses off. We didn't know why, but we were. We played video games in Gus's room while we waited for his parents to sleep. I fell asleep waiting and eventually Gus and Dylan woke me up so we could sneak out.

Before we left, Dylan made a bong out of an empty coke bottle. After he was done, we left. We were going to go to the neighborhood pool and smoke there. We smoked a bit on the way and then when we got there, we smoked a lot. Dylan says we smoked 26 bowls total that day, counting earlier while we were walking around. I dunno how he managed to keep track because my brain was obliterated. I was unconcious almost, though I could still walk around and do stuff. Everything had a video game feel to it, like a cutscene with great graphics. We then began to throw some of the firecrackers Dylan had brought(M1000's) and run around the neighborhood. We put some in people's mail boxes and then ran off. We went back and smoked some more(we hadnt finished yet) and then we thought that the bong was a bomb and the firecrackers were part of it.

So we decided to go to this one chick that's a total bitch and leave it on her porch after we light some of the firecrackers. On the way, I saw a house with a blue light and instantly thought of Jamaica or some kind of trippy jungle shit. So I figured we were in some tropical place at night. When we got to the chick's house we had forgotten what we were going to do, so without stopping we walked right past it back to the pool.

Here's were a fucked up. We had finished smoking, and it seemed like we had been walking for hours, while dreaming. Dyaln began to throw the rest of the firecrackers around, when I heard footsteps crunching leaves, comign towards us from some bushes that bordered someone's yard and the pool property.

I yelled"Shit guys, someones coming, run run run run!!."

I took off first, and it took them othert wo a few seconds to start following. As we ran out of the grass and onto the closest street(the same street we had walked down earlier when I saw the blue light) I remember the guy yelling something like "HA!" or "HEY!". My pants started falling down so I had to run and hold them up. I remember not thinking anything except keep running and don't stop. Dylan threw the altoids can(One of the really big ones) that had the weed in it and the pipe in somebodies yard.

Gus was running next to my left in someone's yard when he tripped over the edge of their driveway and fell flat on his face. Dylan kept running but I stayed and helped Gus up. I lookedb ack and the guy was walking now. We must haveb een as tired cuz we started walking as well, no need to run if we don't have to.

The guy broke into a run as we rounded the corner to the left and we had to start runnign again too.

The dude shouted, "Just stop running, you can't get away,"

After a few seconds, I knew he was right and he stopped and turned around as he jogged up. He looked about thirty, sort of like the guy who played James Bond in The Living Daylights. He asked why he chased us and we said it's because we were throwing firecrackers around.

He said he only came after us because we had woken him up. He asked nicely not to do it again and then I asked him how he ran so fast for so long and he said he jogged every morning. After that he left we tried to fidn the weed but to no avail. It was to odark and we couldn't see. When he had chased us, the high had really gone away. Now that we weren't running for our lives(or so we thought we were) the blurry thinking feeling had returned, like all my thoughts were on a radio with bad reception. We walked back to the pool and discovered the bong was gone. With no other options, we went back to Gus's house to discover his mom had woken up and found us gone.

Gus told her we went for a misty midnight stroll and she said to tell her next time. She must have not think we smoked because Gus got caught not much later and she was shocked. Him and Anthony got stoned and used a Fire exthinquisher to spray inside RV's that were for sale. They got busted and Gus's mom has been like a prison guard ever since.

The next day we went to the construction site next to the park and smoked. It felt like we were in a desert, with nothing but light colored dirt all around us. We threw rocks at a 20ft tall dirt wall for three hours, shouting a random word with every rock.

thats an insane story ^^

^^^^for real! I chewed off all my finger nails on my right hand while reading this. Nad i am half way through my second ciggarette. prolly cuz im baked

First time i got high was definetly one of the most memorable experiences i ever had. It was my, my buddy N, J, S, and C. Me, N, and J were the only ones going to smoke so we all pitched up for an eighth and a blunt.

We were all in eighth grade, chillin at N's house. It was like 10-11pm, and the nugs we bought were "bangin" according to N, the more experienced one.

He rolled up the blunt with the whole 1/8th which i later found out was a lot of weed for only three heads.

N sparked it up, and oh man i can still remember the smell. It was beautiful. He passed it to me, and oh my god, my first hit was ridiculous. I held it in for all but zero seconds, coughed half my left fuckin lung out, and then proceded to drink half of our peach iced tea.

This went on for like twenty minutes probably, and we were all blitzed out of our minds. I had this really shitty feeling though, not pleasant. I went to sit on the floor and suddenly i felt like i was a little ant, it was scary.

Then S pulled out his phone, and N started to record his voice and play it back, and we all just cracked up. We were recording each other cracking up for ONE HOUR!

I'll never forget that. Even though i had to concentrate on all my muscles to breathe, i still couldnt stop laughing. We all went to sleep at like 12 pm and then J wakes us all up saying he's gotta go take a shit. So since were in the guest house theres no bathroom and he cant walk into N's main house cus his parents are sleeping.

So J decided to shit outside and low and behold, he comes back butt ass naked holding up his shorts and boxers. The cocksucker SHIT ALL OVER HIMSELF by accident!!! N let him borrow some boxers/shorts, and the night ended like that.

This night sparked my revolution onbecoming a pothead :stoned: :stoned: :stoned:

When I did over a gram of dxm and had the best tripp ever listening to the most trippy tranceful music ever just sitting around with my friends haveing crazy out of bodys and crazy but amazing visuals it was the funniest exprience ive ever had in my life

opps my bad i didnt know i was supposed to be about weed

My most memorable smoking experience would have to be 2 months ago.

My pal Ronald had just bought a ounce of dro for 450. Some Very high Quality shit if i may had. Great taste, Smelled Great, And the high was fantastic. We went thorugh a whole ounce of dro wrapped in 45 blunts and 50 doobies. How did we squeeze that many blunts and dewbies i have NO IDEA. Anyways it was new years. We were already high and playing Halo2 for the new years bash. My pal Ron came over and dropped a ounce of kill bill on the Xbox. My pal Jimmy didnt say 1 work. He walked upstairs and brought a 50 box of peack swishers and my pal Mike had went out to the car and had hella marleys. With no hesitation we rolled all the blunts and dewbies up in about 45 mins flat. After Rolling up we proceeded to sit and look at each other and realize how high we were gonna be. None of us had been this high b4. That was the highest ive ever got in 1 sitting and 1 day. The whole basement was foggy. And our eyes were BLOODSHOT RED. We were all just stuck. we tried to play Halo 2 but we just couldnt. We called these stupid females over who are kinda like groupies ( just wanted to hang out) and we talked them into giving all 4 of us blowjobs. Me(Ahmad) Ron The DOn, Jimmo, And My pal since 6th grade Tyler. All around the best high and best new years celebration a pothead as myself could have.:stoned:

Mine was the first time I got REALLY blitzed. I had smoked a few times before but only a lil and not enough to induce more than a giggle. I was with my friend matt and we had a homemade pipe. It was about midnight or 1, had to have his parents go to sleep. He owns a mansion so we went to the other side of his house and stepped onto the balcony upstairs. We smoked and laughed and just told stories. Then it hit me, like an out of body experience. I couldnt remember anything within 5 seconds. Remember Dori from finding nemo? yeah that was me in a nutshell. It was crazy lol. A way fucking awesome experience. I wish I could blaze like that again, now its always that mediocre high no matter how much I smoke.

Mine was probably the first time I smoked out of a bong. The best thing was it that it was my dads back in the 70's. I took 2 huge rips in one lungful, and I remeber coughing and coughing for a good 20min or so. Then being plastered to the couch for another hour or so. I was so baked.

I remember when I was with my usual stoner buddy and we decided to watch a scary movie while we were fucked up we decided to watch signs then ammityville (is that how you spell it?) horror after that. Signs wasn't that great but ammityville freaked me out to shit. That one part where the babysitter is locked in the closet was the scariest cuz when she stuck her finger through the hole in the girl's hed i could feel my own finger going into her head, i could feel the bone and the brains and everything, but we smoked a twin and I forgot about in like 2 minutes, that babysitter kicks ass too.

about a month ago I was smoking on my balcony and my blunt went out. So I had my lighter in my pocket and took it out to light up my blunt. Instead of my blunt lightin a spark came from my pocket. Turns out I never took my lighter out of my pocket i just thougt I did!! Almost lit my ass on fire! What sweet memories:stoned:

my most memorable time, i smoked 2 KING blunts by myself...
i tripped the fuck out. like hallucinations and shit.

mine was the first time i ever smoked out of a bong. we were in my friends basement, and i had at this point been a heavy smoker for a while, but somehow just hadnt gotten to smoke out of a bong. this was like a whole new level of high for me. i remember going to put my ipod on and wondering why it wasnt making any noise. i thought i broke it and i played around with the volume for about 3-4 minutes before realizing i didnt have the headphones on:stoned:

me(talkin to some chicks):So anyways, I was standing there waiting to use the pay phone.
me:And this guy who was on the phone, turns around and tips his hat like this.
Steve: And who do you think that guy was?
both: Emilio Estevez!
Steve: The Mighty Duck man, I swear to God, I was there.
me: Of course you were, you were the one who yelled the Breakfast Clubber's name.
Steve: I was like, "Emilio!"