Although 9 times out of 10 its as easy as a phone call to pick up some sweet buds, there is always that rare occasion that you need to go on some crazy mission to get buds. Anybody got some stories to share?
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Although 9 times out of 10 its as easy as a phone call to pick up some sweet buds, there is always that rare occasion that you need to go on some crazy mission to get buds. Anybody got some stories to share?
About a month ago me and my mates were baked as a loaf of bread, Dry, So we went on a 12 km bike ride to a well known plantation to only find 2 males barely 2 feet high.. So what did we do? WE SMOKED EM!!! Then we got chased by the guy that lives on the farm.. But we bailed..
killed a million people
Long story short...$80 for a Amtrak train to get to NY by sundown only to be delayed, get there late, still scored, but then had to go home (in winter) on a bus, soaked and ice cold...
just yesterday, i had to call this kid. we met up at a school, but i underestimated the distance and i was late so he left before i got there. then i met up with him and we called the guy; he was at the car shop. this guy is a major drug dealer, so when we called him back he was like "some fucker broke into my brothers car so im gonna go kill that motherfucker". he called us when he got home and we had to ride our bikes to the ghetto and wait on the sidewalk for a half hour before we got it
it wasnt even good weed
haahaha that last part is the worse of it all man...at least when I gotta go on a mission like that I want some decent buds!
When my usual dealer was out of town I had to deal with some pretty shady kids. First, they picked me up then we chilled at their house with a bunch of other kids I didn't even know. We smoked a few bowls out on their front porch while we were waiting. The thing was there was about 4 of us going in on a QP. I was getting an ounce. Well, 2 kids bailed so we spent another 3 hours calling up other connections.
Long story short, I spent about 6 1/2 hours literally just sitting on his front porch waiting for him to go get weed. He did come through though with an ounce of kind bud, cost me fucking $230 though but I at that point I just wanted to get my weed and get the fuck out of there. Deals like that piss me the fuck off.
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Originally Posted by Captain Jack Sparrow
happned to me yesterday, was dealing with the 'gangster' dropouts/semidrop outs tho.. got a half OZ for 110.. steep ass price, but it was good bud
Well, yeah.
About 7 years ago, I met a Guy through a Buddy. My Buddy knew this Guy, who knew a Chick, and the Chick knew a Pal, so, I gave $50, for a lousy 1/8 to Buddy, to give to Chick, so on. I ended up waiting at this damn corner store for 5 fuckin hours! He finally comes back with it, all red eyed, and said they got pulled over. This 1/8 look like a jimmy sack ($20). I was so fuckin pissed off!
Yo. I'm from the UK, and once, me and my buddies drove from one side of the country (took 5 mins, lol!) to the other for some buds. It was a long journey, an by the time we got home again, we'd smoked everythin and run out agen. Damn good smoke tho, lemme tell u! Peace out and respect for badgers,
Badgerchap:thumbsup:
great experiences! The hassle of prohibition is always a blast to deal with.
Due to the lack of serious dealers where i live i had to steal my moms piece of shit suburban and drive two hundred fucking miles just to find a sack but it was cool cause i got a to kick it with some college friends and roll jays.
earlier this summer I had to walk to another city, we started walking at 7pm and ended our walk at 5am
one time, i called this guy for some weed, and he delivered it to my house! it was dank...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Originally Posted by Captain Jack Sparrow
that happend to me except the guy got arrested on his way back
One time me and my friend N called up our guy for a gram of some hash oil from one of the cannabis clubs, he told us to come over to his pad in 20 minutes. We go over to his house, find his girlfriend he just broke up with cleaning her stuff out and she says he hadn't been there all day. We call him back and he tells us to drive to his friends house. He gives us some directions that I could hardly hear and tells us that he will be outside. We get to where he told us to go we ended up driving around for 20 minutes because we couldn't find him. We called him back a few times, he didnt pick up. We finally got ahold of him, and he gave us wrong directions. So, we finally ended up meeting with him. We gave him the money ($100) and he gave us a big ziplock bag. We drove off, looked in the bag and there was like a gram of weed. Called him back, his phone was busy. Called like every 5 minutes for half an hour and finally we got ahold of him, told him, he gave us the hash oil and let us keep the weed.
My main dealer is the coolest hookup you could ever have.
This guy is a cashier at the drive-thru window at the local McDonalds. He pretty much always has at least 2 pounds of chronic on him at all times. What you do is call him up and say you need a QP or whatever, then roll up to the drive-thru 10 minutes later. When you get there, you ask for a milkshake. He gives you the cup with the bud inside it, and you hand him the money. It's that easy and it's fuckin sweet. I pick up from this guy all the time. Only reason he gets away with it is because his cousin owns the McDonalds and is cool with it.
one time me and my friend went to another friends house to get an ounce and we go up to the door and we hear a strange noise behind us,so we turn around and we see this guy in a fourth of a car drive up.it was so tiny.it was actually a honda that had been cut somehow and put back together.anyways he doesn't park it,he just drives up through the lawnand yells toward the house "is j.d here?"they say no and he leaves and then a few minutes go by and were all sitting on the porch and then two u.s marshals pull up to serve a warrent on j.d(friends brother).it was scary because we were in the process of buying an ounce at the time which we did'nt get by the way.
Wow dude that is cool as shit. That's hilarious. I used to work at McDonald's, I'm surprised he would risk dealing like that! Sounds pretty sketch but still funny as hell! :thumbsup:Quote:
Originally Posted by LuckyNiner
btw congrats joint killer, this is a sweet thread, i remember sometime a few months ago,wen i was an noob, i used to go on a mission to get bud, whereas now the dealer comes to my house now, but i had to trek bout 1 hr to this place, then hop on a bus, this was ne of the most dodgyest areas in london, HACKNEY, so i always used to risk goin, neway this one day i didnt have credit, and caled my mate who lives in the area an told him id meet him there an call my dealer from his house, but it all ewent messed up an the dealer never showed, so i just called this other guy in my area who just gave me mids, so it wsnt a wasted nite.
thanks dude....basically the nutsiest mission i ever had to go on was during Frosh week my first year of college...me and my neighbour went on a hunt all that week but noone had bothered to bring up any serious buds so the place was super dry. Anyway we started hitchhiking to halifax (3 hour drive) so that my buddy could pick up a pound. It was the craziest mission ever but soo worth it when we were smokin blunts allll the way home!
I was at a ski resort on a church trip 6 hours north of where i live. i had met a couple girls along on the trip that smoked, we had smoked the 1/8th that i had, and wanted some more bud.
so we went walking for 2 miles along the bottom of the ski slopes asking every snowboarder we saw if they had any bud. they did, but they were saving it for the ride home, we couldn't buy any off of anyone.
we finally gave up and went back to our room, but we were pissed.
oh man... This tweaker black guy that I knew from Oakland... He said his brother was in a nearby town (North Highlands, known for gang violence and just being a shitty town)
So we drive down there at about midnight. His brother owes him $500, so he's going to front me a half pound to sell for him and give him back $500.
To make a long story short, we drove around for 14 hours, I had 3 different crack hoes in my backseat at different times, and I met like 5 twacked out hobos...
I got home at 8am and crashed, no half pound... It sucked.