On 420 me and a friend were at another friends house rolling blunts. The time was just after 4 PM and I was pestering my homie about where we were going to light them up, since I didn't much feel like moving from where we were (in his bedroom). Plus, smoking outside is so lame with the wind and whatnot. It's 420, we gotta relax over here mang. His father was out of town but his cousin and uncle were dropping by occasionaly.

"Alright fuck it, light them" he tells us. It is a SMALL bedroom, like the size of a walk-in closet. Just a bed and thats all there is really room for, there is a window. So this small closet of a bedroom has two blunts going around and needless to say it is turning into a boxing match up in there. The friend who owns the house is standing up by the bedroom door ripping the blunt and the clock strikes 4:20, and right as it does....

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* whats that smell? *knock knock* yo, whats going in there? *knock knock* open up man!

The knocks were so loud and so relentless, that I just knew a hilarious bust was about to ensue. Me and my other homie (not the one who lived there) make eye contact and prepare for the cheek-biting holding back of laughter we were about to endure.

So my friends cousin busts in and the room is chimney status. "Stephen, what's going on in here?" Dude is holding a blunt between his thumb and fore-finger, eyes bloodshot red, obviously wasted and with the room reeking of bubba kush. After seemingly endless awkward silence, he manges "..... it's a cigar"

"its not a cigar! smells like weed. what is wrong with you man? what is all this? i cant believe this shit" The dude is talking fast and loud and very disappointed, he was taking it so seriously man it was great.

By this time holding back the laughter is really a test of mind power, especially since we are all stoney bologna. Me and the other friend keep bursting out those little "krmfs!" of laughter, trying our hardest not to grin and not making eye contact with the sober motherfucker on a tirade.

My other friend, blunt still in hand, manages a few more faded mumbles "dude... you dont understand"

"dont understand what? getting high? i dont need that shit man, of course im gonna have to tell your father"

I hope you guys are getting the picture. Just watching my friend so gone and desperately trying to retort but getting ripped at every corner was SO FUCKING FUNNY, right at 420 too! I was looking at him the whole time, standing there with a blunt and he kept mumbling "dude... man.. uhh... fuck... i guess we gotta put this out" FINALLY, we got up and left when it became apparent that this dude wasnt gonna let us finish our blunt! and when we were finishing the blunt in his truck, me and my friend just kept laughing our asses off and he was like "shut up guys... i dont want to think about it" hahaha.

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zalami128 Reviewed by zalami128 on . When the sessions gets walked in on. On 420 me and a friend were at another friends house rolling blunts. The time was just after 4 PM and I was pestering my homie about where we were going to light them up, since I didn't much feel like moving from where we were (in his bedroom). Plus, smoking outside is so lame with the wind and whatnot. It's 420, we gotta relax over here mang. His father was out of town but his cousin and uncle were dropping by occasionaly. "Alright fuck it, light them" he tells us. It is a SMALL bedroom, Rating: 5