what is your oddest encounter while high?

[smokies delight]

man one time me and my friend went to holland and went to a coffee shop, we each bought one gram, we all smoked a personal and the we smoked 2 blunts, in one blunt was easily 2 grams maybe more and the other had the rest of mine. so i smoked easliy a gram or 2 in less than an hour, so i was fucked and this shit was like 12 euros a grams so bomb shit, we start walkin and right bout now i start trippin, like my body just starts to go into straight chill mode. and we wall to KFC and we get food
i sit down to eat, i cant because im too fucked up, it felt like my body just went numb, i had to move my legs just to make sure they were still there. haha. but anyways they walk me to the car for some reason and i pass the fuck out, 4 hours later i wake up and we are leaving, and get this i was still fucked up. the shortest time ive ever spent in holland. i swear i tend to freak out in fast food places, it weird, but watever
but man i wanna hear more stoies.

smokies delight Reviewed by smokies delight on 12-06-2007. what is your oddest encounter while high? When I was 16ish, 2 friends and I went up a canyon to smoke. We got to the trailhead parking lot and while unloading our bong, a stanger on a 10 speed said, hey can i hit that. We all looked around and said hit what? I mean the guy was around 50, so we figured what the hell, and we said sure. So we hike up about 1mile and started smoking. Shortly after we started, he asked us if he could paint a picture of us. Shocked and confused we said why not. He grabbed his old backpack and grabbed Rating: 5

[alexk1ng]

Oddest? Maybe not but this is deff my favorite.

Me and my friend Scott went out and bought a half ounce. We were just about just chill and smoke at my place when we desided that we wanted to do something different, Like go somewhere new. Suddenly his phone goes off and its one of his friends, friends that knew he smoked, but hasnt smoked with him. Turns out She has a few buddys coming over to smoke at her house and asked if we wanted to join. Of Coarse we did.

1am.We get there and the house is littered with her sisters friends drunk as can be. Falling all over the house and shit. We just laughed our asses off, went into the dinning room table and started to roll a blunt. Then people started to join and started throwing down and rolling there own. JUST before we start to light them off, someone suggests we go to some bridge that ive never heard of, yet seen.

Me and Scott get in my car, and they get into theres. We start following them and sparking up our own bowl on the way there. Me must have smoked 2 bowls before we got there. Everyone gets out and takes a mile long hike down some trail and road. When we get there its this HUGE bridge for joggers and shit. The bridge is prob a good 500-700 feet above a canal and the bridge is easily 50 feet wide. We get to the middle of the bridge and spark up the blunts. We go threw about 3 blunts between 6 of us and then we get to talking.

"If zombies were on one side and a T-rex was on the other side of the bridge which side would you run to?"

The convo stays on horror and being killed type of stuff. Then someone has a brillant idea to break into the cemitary and chill out there to finish our convo. Everyone was game. so we all leave the bridge and head out. We get there and i park on a street right next to the cemitary. Im already high as shit, but i pack another bowl for myself for the walk to the middle. SOON as i finish the bowl, someone says COP.

A cop pulls in front of the cemitary and starts shining the spot light threw the cemitary. We all hide behind trees and it looks like we are just about to get way. Some IDIOT we are with bolts for my towards my car. Me and Scott look at each other and sprint for it as well. I didnt want to the cop to see my car and get it call in for shit. Suddenly a 2nd cop comes out of no where and pulls next to my car, while the other 1st come comes speeding down the path we were walking on. I run over graves until my friend get caught in front of me. I look at a name on the grave and dropped my bowl on the grass below. The other cop who didnt get my other friend calls me over.

"Put your fucking hands up!"

Mind you im high as FUCK, but soon as he asked me a single question, i used all my mite and sobered up. He took my wallet and told me to get in the back of the cop car. I get in and the high comes back in a big way. Even though im sitting in the back of the cop car, for the first time in my life, im fucking pumped. It was kinda fun. He pulls my record up and shows me everything that ive ever gotten in trouble with.

The cop drives me over to Scott and the other kid. Both them are on there knees in the dirt (ha). They tell me to stand next to them, and the cops tell us to go home. It wasnt till this moment that i relise that we left the weed in the cup holder of my car. The cop glances in without his flash light, gets in his car and leaves us.

we all get in the car and just laugh our asses off, and go home. Turns out the other 3 got away free. The next morning i went back, found the name i remembered and got my bowl back. Ever since my bowl has been named the after its guardian "Harold Thompson"

(damn this story was longer then i thought it would be)

that was such a badass story. thank you for telling.:thumbsup:

[Shinmyoken]

Well it was one of those days where we woke up and just blazed good shit all day. I was out of it. At some point, we ended up at the local park. I was in the parked car in broad daylight. My friends got out to go do something, I don't remember what. I was just watching people walk on the concrete path when these kids appeared, playing with a ball. Their mother was close behind them.

Another woman was walking from the other direction. She stops in front of the kids, takes the ball, and KICKS IT INTO THE FUCKING WOODS! The mother stands there in shock and the woman kinda stands there, then says something to the kids (apologizing maybe) and walks off.

I was just sitting in the car going, "Did that just fucking happen?"

[dragonrider]

The mother stands there in shock and the woman kinda stands there, then says something to the kids (apologizing maybe) and walks off.

Maybe she didn't apologize. Maybe she said, "So what are you gonna do now, you little babies? Gonna cry? Cry you little crybabies!"

That was a funny story!

[dragonrider]

... I look at a name on the grave and dropped my bowl on the grass below. ...

.... The next morning i went back, found the name i remembered and got my bowl back. Ever since my bowl has been named the after its guardian "Harold Thompson"

I didn't know what you were doing at first, but that was smart! Harold Thompson must have been a good man. Good story!

[4.2O]

Wow, i didnt even realize i typed that much, hes a shorter blaze story
So if anyone knows the college in Western PA, [USA] called Slippery Rock University, i was visiting up there and theres these woods, i actually found pictures of it on youtube.com Kennedys Mills, think it also goes by Frew Mills. Its this ladies private property she died tho, but in order for her kids to get it passed to them she said you have to keep it open to the public tho, so its private property so cops cant just go back there, but its open to the public so its always filled with Hippies and people camping/partying/swimming..etc there. Anywayz we go down there, get real high and meet this like 40 year old dude thats camping in the middle of these woods by himself, so we chill with him and my friend is like you should come chill and smoke with us back in the dorm room, [cuz my boy was ALWAYS blazing it up in his dorm room, no smoke alarms[heat sensors] and he was on the top floor. So we chill with this dude just talkin about crazy stuff tho i cant recall much of what we talked about, but dude was cool as shit and im glad i met him. He was like one of those kinda people youd shy away from talkin to if you saw them like on the street or something, but he was cool as hell and loved to blaze and just conversate

dude i GO to that school. there really isnt much to do here but blaze and meet crazy people like the guy you describe. how long ago was this?

[Sandman27]

I just remember another story.

I picked up some of my buddies and we smoked in my van. It was around midnight, cold as hell, and snow all over. So less traffic is out. Everyone brought there piece and there own weed. We had 2 bowls, and a bong, and prob around an ounce all together. We baked out my van and everything was fine. We started talking about this kid we all fucking hated and we desided to snow ball the shit out of his house. His house is at the bottom of this very large hill. We get out snow ball the living shit out of his house, i mean we must have hit every window on that side of the house. We jump back in the van and head towards my place its like a 3 min drive, just basically down the street.

We get about to my house when my friend freaks saying that he must have dropped his phone in front of the house. It was his brand new phone so we went back to the scene of the crime to look for it. I stayed in the car ready to go, and they went out and found it. The moment they get in the car, a car starts coming down the hill.

"PLEASE dont be a cop" i mutter to myself.

I pull up to the stop sign. Its a fucking cop. I keep driving and the cop instantly gets on my ass. The van reaks of weed. We got soo much weed and all our pieces, we are fucked. Everyone in the car trys not to scurry around in the van, but everyone is stashing there shit. the cop follows me and follows me. Im like beyond bugged out, making sure i dont make a single mistake in my driving. JUST before i get to my house i pass a side street, the cop turns on his lights. My heart DROPS, and he bolts down the side street.

We are all in disbelief that the cop didnt pull us over. We didnt talk till we getting out of the van going into my house. All of us shaking our heads, repeating "I cant believe he didnt pull us over".

that was EASILY the most frightened ive ever been with weed.

[HickSS]

Good stories guys, keep em' coming.

This was about 2 years ago, maybe a little less. Me and a buddy were drinking while putting on his body kit on his 93 camry. Sure it was the biggest POS ever but it was fun to us being the first car, we really got into modifing on.

Well about about 4 captain and cokes later and some good cuts from the fiberglass, the bodykit is finally on and looking great. We look at and compliment each other and ask each other if were drunk or not. Im like, "eh" and hes the same way so we go upstairs and smoke a couple bowls outta his new bong. 7pm rolls around and since its a friday night, we decide to take the car out on the strip to show off. (This was in vegas) Well I dunno how he was but I was completely obliterated. We are hauling ass through traffic on a major road to the vegas strip and we see a new 05' corvette infront of us coming up at a stop light. We get in the left lane next to him and are like nice car! He looks over and is like, pfft.

[HickSS]

Oh god damnit, I accidently pressed enter and wont let me edit for 10 mins..bah, lol.

[dragonrider]

Oh god damnit, I accidently pressed enter and wont let me edit for 10 mins..bah, lol.

Now you've lost the narative thread. Like the time I watched four fucking hours of Spartacus and the tape crapped out on the last 5 minutes....