your favorite time high

I didnt see a post like this so i think ill make one now. I think its fun to share best time stories so heres just one more. just tell us what was the best time u had and explain. ill start =D im also really high right now so i may make a mistake or two ;)
last year around june (end of gay school year) me and my friend decided to go behind the PE track and smoke from his brand new bong. well we did about 1.5 there and had another 2 grams left. it was like a week before finals and all we where doing was just going oevr gay shit so we ditched the rest of the day and ya. we went to mcdnoalds and get some grub. it was the finest food ive ever had in my life. after that we where walking and saw one of oru friendswho graduated alrdy and he took us to his house and we smoked like 1-1.5 grams. we had about a gram left and rolled an ok blunt out of it and we walked to my house and there was left over pizza so we feasted again. the end

ive had some more fun times but this was definitely on eof the top ones. your turn. (sorry if it bored u( :rasta:

my fav time was wen me and 2 other friends were walkin around medford stoned outta our asses and we went to this playground called pepperment park then we slept in my friends trailor

Well, I was in 5th grade. My neighbor had always wanted to corrupt me, so I could be cool like him (he did say that). So he thought that I was ready for smoking marijuana at the prime age of 10. That night I lied to my parents, and told them that I was going to a McDonald's with some older friends. Walked out a few blocks, and he came to pick me up. In the car was my neighbor driving, my sisters ex-boyfriend, and this guy who I had never met. We come to this apartment where I've never been before, and it was the typical college-type house. Slightly messy, beers everwhere, etc. but then I see this dome-shaped object. Yes, it was a vaporizer. I sit down and start watching TV, talking to the other 3 people that live there. Some guy and my neighbor start talking:

"Hey bro, whatcha packing?"
"Trainwreck, and this kid is my neighbor, and I wanna get him really stoned for his first time."

I got the first hit. And the second. And the third. I nearly coughed out my fucking lungs. "So this is what it's like to get high" That was before my first hit, I had no fucking idea what was about to happen to me. I was so high I could touch my arm and start laughing because it tickled me. My visioned was blurred, and it was the happiest moment of my life. Great times.

haha so good couch-patato

every time is my favorite time.


i love life and i never give up living it.

fo sho.

My favorite time was my first time getting stoned. It wasnt my first time smoking, but i never got stoned before, so this time i wasnt really expecting to get stoned. So anyways, I'm at my friends house and he didnt really feel like smoking, just drinking. I had a lil booze so i gave it to him, in return he gave me a twan. so anyways, later that night we went out and smoked it, but he knew that i never got stoned so he didnt want any and made me smoke it all at once. After many a cough we eventually went back inside. We started listening to music and eatting crackers and whatever little snacks that we had. Anyways, i cant remember the song, but i kept listening and hearing just jiberish, and i just kept laughing non stop. I eventually told my friend to turn it off so he goes over to the cd player, and i could have sworn he was poking it with a fork, so i was trippin and kept yelling at him to stop poking the cd player with a fork. And also i had this cracker that i bit into a weird shape that i thought looked like something, so i was like. OH i have to keep this...next mornin turned out it looked like nothing..but yea thats my favorite time being stoned.

My favorite time high was probably the second time I really got baked. . . . (My first time ever I got really fucked, after that was minor highs.)

I was hanging with a friend and a friend of his who lived like 2 hrs away who I had met a while back.
I soon discover that my friend's friend is a hardcore stoner who deals in massive amounts of mj (he showed me a pic of the trunk of his car packed full; lets just say he's an idiot.)
So he's all like dude I don't have any on me, do you mind smoking me out?
I was like sure what the hell and grabbed what weed I had left. I had some fine ass crip that knocked me on my ass many a time.
After conning the clerk at a local gas station to sell us a blunt (we were like 16 at the time), we went in the woods, rolled a nice blunt and passed it between us.
Now when it came to the weed I had, it was the most potent stuff I had ever smoked and I was only smoking like a bowl a night; not a blunt, so needless to say, I was stumbling back to the car.
We met up with some friends at a Ruby Tuesdays to eat and this is where the best time comes from.
There were 4 of us and 3 of us ordered the loaded cheese fries there; me being one of them. The munchies attacked me and I ate mine in minutes.
Now the other 2 hardly touched theirs and offered them out; I took em both and finished them just as fast. They were fucking good :thumbsup:

So after that I went home, puked my brains out from consuming massive amounts fries and cheese and fell asleep the rest of the day.

It was fucking awsome though lol. :)

Had an amazing time about two weeks ago. And surprisingly, I was alone for most of it. Woke up around 8am, made a bathroom trip, got some water, and headed back to bed. I decided I would test my newest homemade bowl, which I had just carved from a goat bone (my second attempt at bone, and much improved). Put on some Cathedral, packed a bowl, and got stoned.:stoned:
I decided it was time for a bicycle ride to find some breakfast. After about 20 minutes of weaving through traffic to the sounds of an old thrash compilation, I reach my goal: IHOP! Inside, I'm surprised to see my English teacher (a suspected stoner) and his wife (a known stoner). I say hello and sit in a booth near them. We talk, and eat. Then I leave, ride home, take a nap. Around noon, friends come over, more smoking, more music. Sometime after dark, all friends except my girlfriend leave. Sex, music, more smoking, more sex. Awesome. After she leaves around midnight, I start painting. Smoke some more at dawn, paint some more. Then finally go to sleep.

getting caught, it gave me insight

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Originally Posted by Blashyrkh

Had an amazing time about two weeks ago. And surprisingly, I was alone for most of it. Woke up around 8am, made a bathroom trip, got some water, and headed back to bed. I decided I would test my newest homemade bowl, which I had just carved from a goat bone (my second attempt at bone, and much improved). Put on some Cathedral, packed a bowl, and got stoned.:stoned:
I decided it was time for a bicycle ride to find some breakfast. After about 20 minutes of weaving through traffic to the sounds of an old thrash compilation, I reach my goal: IHOP! Inside, I'm surprised to see my English teacher (a suspected stoner) and his wife (a known stoner). I say hello and sit in a booth near them. We talk, and eat. Then I leave, ride home, take a nap. Around noon, friends come over, more smoking, more music. Sometime after dark, all friends except my girlfriend leave. Sex, music, more smoking, more sex. Awesome. After she leaves around midnight, I start painting. Smoke some more at dawn, paint some more. Then finally go to sleep.

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Fuck man that sounds sweet as.

Prolly hotboxing in my car when i used to smoke by myself when i first started and i smoked a few blunts and it was like midnight well i ended up falling asleep and waking up to see that i never rolled the windows down to let the smoke out but some had gotten out but i was so fucked

I had another great time yesterday too. it was a short day at my highschool and so i hung out witht 2 of my friends when the bell rang. we went to the tabaco house and baught a brand new downstem for my friends brand new roar. (he stole it from his ex-dealer who ripped him off half an ounce.) so im geting smoked out with a fucking roar. we are walking up his street witht the bong in my backpack and we walk to taco bell and fucking ate the best tacos in the world. i think it was just the munchies telling me they where the best tho ;). then i kind of forget what happened after that.
i dont know if it was the weed (it was blueberry kush) or the amazing bong that gave me that high, but it was prolly the best high ive ever had. and ive done blueberry kush alot before. thats the end.

My senior year of High School. I was kicking at my place with my roommate. This guy I've known forever comes over and asks me if I want to go to a school dance and I'm thinking 'hell no.' But before I can answer my buddy Noah shows up with a blunt of some kind of dank. I had been smoking for maybe two years, but never anything good, always shit. So we offer the other guy first hit, he takes on hit, loser. Noah and I finish the thing off and I go to the dance.

I run into some buddies, talk to some girls and then I decide to throw a party at my house with all these school kids (I was only eighteen). Some girls come over with a watermelon and I ate the whole thing.

Oh yeah, it was a Hawaiian dance so I got a lay.

Your brother in buds,
-Cody

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Originally Posted by couch-potato

Well, I was in 5th grade. My neighbor had always wanted to corrupt me, so I could be cool like him (he did say that). So he thought that I was ready for smoking marijuana at the prime age of 10. That night I lied to my parents, and told them that I was going to a McDonald's with some older friends. Walked out a few blocks, and he came to pick me up. In the car was my neighbor driving, my sisters ex-boyfriend, and this guy who I had never met. We come to this apartment where I've never been before, and it was the typical college-type house. Slightly messy, beers everwhere, etc. but then I see this dome-shaped object. Yes, it was a vaporizer. I sit down and start watching TV, talking to the other 3 people that live there. Some guy and my neighbor start talking:

"Hey bro, whatcha packing?"
"Trainwreck, and this kid is my neighbor, and I wanna get him really stoned for his first time."

I got the first hit. And the second. And the third. I nearly coughed out my fucking lungs. "So this is what it's like to get high" That was before my first hit, I had no fucking idea what was about to happen to me. I was so high I could touch my arm and start laughing because it tickled me. My visioned was blurred, and it was the happiest moment of my life. Great times.

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damn, you started hella early bro...LUCKY

I smoked a fat joint, probably an SPJ with me mate david, it was NL and i got so fucked i ended up laughing my fucking head off into a river, and it was fucking cold.

Last night.
No specifics... Not allowed.
But basically...
Life has meaning now.
Tumultuous Ripping Inside Purity.

tomorrow morning i plan to smoke a fatroach b4 school, not only that but i have a parent teacher conference with my principal n my mom for havin sex in the girls bathroom I hope i dont get the giggles

when i was on excasty and had a ounce and hit the bong from 11 to 5 am then went home

my favorite time was when i got drunk the first time. i went to my friends house, and got drunk for the first time, fell asleep on his porch, woke up about 3 hours later, and we drove and picked up my other friend, and smoked 2 bowls that night. it was pretty fucking great.

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Originally Posted by BongZoola

getting caught, it gave me insight

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Ive never heard truer words in my entire life. Getting caught is one of the most important things to have like it sounds terrible but its really helped me make wiser decisions when smoking the reefer.

ohh man.. first off i live in WV, but an urban area but you only have to drive like 10 minutes and ur like in a diff world, its like a frikin farm town... anyways me and my friends like to pile into my car and go out in the sticks smokin and findin crazy ass new 'routes' as we call them and one night it was like 1 in the mournin and we were out in the fuckin woods and all the sudden on the side of the road there is like one of those 1940's british looking payphone booths that you can actually get in and close the door and call someone......funny ass shit

i dont think id like to get caught, but that just may be me

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Originally Posted by hugs not drugz

i dont think id like to get caught, but that just may be me

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I already have enough healthy fear regarding my personal breakage of the law.
I don't need to go through that expirience to knock some sense into myself.