what is your oddest encounter while high?

[connector_robot]

I get a phone call at work from my wife. She's laughing and crying at the same time if that possible.
She was going to lay down for a nap after put the 3 babies to bed, but before laying down, she needed to through a couple of items in the dryer. She tossed them in and started it and laid down. Shortly after she started hearing a faint noise. Sounding like a baby groaning, she checked on the 3 kids, nothing wrong, so she went back to bed.
She heard the sounds again but with a new sound, now with a
thump, thump, roerrrr, thump gurrrr, thump, thump. She checked on the kids again, nothing the matter.
She laid back down, and still a noise. THEN her heart stops and it hits her. SHIT THE CATS, she runs in the laundry room and slams on the stop button. She is scared to death to open the dryer door, because the cats had a habit of sleeping in there.
She cracks the door open ready to find a dead cat. She opens it and BOTH of our cats fly out, slamming into the walls and then the door, dizzy from their 8 minute or so tumble dry..

I :S2: my ass off when I heard this. The cats were fine with the exception of one cats tail would just drag limp on the ground. It was fine a couple weeks later..

believe it or not the cat were back in the dryer. dumb cats didn't learn..

I love you. You have the most awesome stories ever. +Rep.

[kshchrn831]

Theres a place behind my house i used to go smoke, its in the bike trails along a creek. Well me and my friend would sometimes take the 4 wheeler out there and just chill. Anway, one day we were smokin a rillo of some pretty good herb and as i passed it to my friend, i exhale and it hits me hard, but i look to check out the scenery and inbetween these trees i see this object hauling ass and i was like 'dude wtf was that? i know it wasnt an animal' and my friend had only taken his first rip (puff puff pass) he goes for his next one and all the sudden we hear this dude haulin ass on his bike comin around the corner and my friend had no idea. He immediatly stops and is like 'whats up fellas? anything goin on' and my friend had to exhale his fuckin hit and started coughin and shit, luckly he held it in long enough to where there was little smoke. But the biker didnt see the rillo or anything and i was just laughing my ass off because thats one of those moments i do not want to be in (takin a rip and then some one you dont want to see comes up and you have to exhale) but it was all good, just made it more interesting.

[dragonrider]

Here's another one from the Laserium days of so long ago...

Went to the Laserium show with the same friend I had to run up the hill with in the other story, plus few other friends, probably four of five people in total. We all get totally blazed in the van and then go into the theater.

The thing that was the hardest about the Laserium was that the line was inside the theater and it would fill up a long time before the show. So if you wanted a decent seat you would have to get totally wasted and then stand in this line inside a bright theater with all of these people around you. The line was like one of those cattle-call lines with those velvet ropes that go back and forth, so you were really right in the middle of a crowd, and not everyone there was stoned. So you would try to maintain as best you could in this crowd.

One time we were in the line and another group of three guys was a few yards away and one of them started to kind of pass out. He was not totally unconscious, just sort of headed that way. At first they tried to prop him up a bit with an arm around the shoulder, but he slipped down on his knees and just stood there on his knees, swayng back and forth, with his eyes closed, tryng not to pass out. His buddies were standing there next to him, hands in pockets, not making eye contact with anyone, chuckling quietly to themselves and trying not to be noticed. I don't remember how that one ended, but it's another story anyway...

So, back to the original story, we were totally blazed, in the middle of the crowd in the blazing brightly lit theater, trying to maintain and not look too stoned. We were standing in a kind of circle facing each other. My friend asked me if I had any mints. I had some mints in my pocket, so I reached in my coat pocket and pulled out the first thing I grabbed and held it out in front of me in the middle of the circle.

AAAAaaaaaaaahhh! It's not the mints --- it's my big bag of weed!

We were all sort of paralyzed for a second staring at this big bag of weed that I had just whipped out of my pocket in the middle of a crowd in a very public place! As soon as I recovered my senses, I stuffed it back in my pocket, and we all just started busting out laughing our asses off! We could not maintain at all! It was that hysterical kind of high laughter that you sometimes just cannot get a grip on, mixed with a kind of crazy panic laughter from the fact that this ridiculous mixup could have got us all busted. We all just had to step out of line and go get our shit together before coming back.

Luckily no one saw the weed, but I think everyone there knew something was up with the crazy fucked up crowd of guys that had a laughing fit so bad they had to give up their sweet spot in line.

[Nutzilla]

This summer after work, sometime in the afternoon, I get a call my from one of my blazing partners. He tells me his parents were going to be gone until later in the night and that I should bring my bong over and chill. I tell him cool and meet my other buddy at his house like an hour later.

So the three of us go out to his screened in porch that is only separated from his neighbors by a row of trees and pack a bowl. So we are going bowl for bowl with some ok nugs and some pretty good ones. After about the 5th bowl we are really stoned. My buddies house who we are at decides to pack one more small one with some of his weed so of course I oblige.

The bong comes around to me and just as I put my mouth to it my friend sitting across the table started saying "Dad dad dad" in a somewhat hushed but frantic voice. I was like shit man wait your turn and don't call me dad. Unfortunately for us we were too high to form sentences.

All of a sudden I hear a knocking on the door to the inside behind us, oh fuck. I turn around to see my friend's dad there standing in the doorway staring at the bong. He comes in and in a very angry and loud tone says "Now what is all this!"

We were stunned and just sat there everyone looking at there shoes. No one said anything. After he repeated the question/statement for the fourth time the kids house who this is says its a bong. He told us it would be best if we left.

We walked out with all our gear inside, probably too high to safely drive. Me and my other buddy hop in the car and drive off. Literally two minutes later the kid whos house we were at calls and says "My dad says he is sorry for flipping out, come back and grab your bong and weed." Now keep in mind at this point I was VERY high and I just heard that the dad who had just caught us smoking weed in his house APOLOGIZED to us.

We drove back, got the stuff and eventually smoked again later that night. :jointsmile:

[dragonrider]

One night when I was in college, I got really high with a few friends, and we decided we wanted to go to 7-Eleven. It was about a half mile away, straight down one street, no turns or anything, just a straight shot. We start down the street when this guy in a wheel chair heading right down the middle of the same street calls out, "Where you going?"

We tell him we're gong to 7-Eleven.

"Great! I'll take you there!" he says.

We tell him we don't need anyone to take us there because we know exectly where it is ---straight ahead about a half mile.

He says, "No. You don't understand! I'm gonna TAKE YOU THERE! Now get behind and start pushing!"

So we are really wasted, and I guess I am the dumbass who caves in first, and I get behind this bastard in the wheel chair and start pushing him down the street. He doesn't have to push himself anymore so he takes out some gloves and puts them on his hands --- I guess he was getting cold and tired pushing himself to 7-Eleven.

Well, I'm not all that comfortable in the middle of the street, so I start heading for the sidewalk, but he starts screaming about how the sidewalk is to bumpy, keep in the street. So I figure I will at least get in the right lane and go with the traffic, but he says that side of the street is too bumpy too, and we need to be where the oncoming traffic can see us, so he wants me to keep in the left side of the street. I guess I am too high to really comprehend that this is a totally assinine situation because I just follow orders and push this ornery fucker down the street in oncoming traffic. My friends are following along on the sidewalk laughing their asses off at me for pushing this crazy wacko down the street in his wheelchair. A lot of cars came up on us and honked their horns, and he just waved his arms in the air and screamed at them to go around.

So we finally get to 7-Eleven and he tells us not to leave without him because he needs a push home. We get our stuff and he gets into a screaming argument with the cashier about how he doesn't want to buy a full dozen eggs. He only wants four eggs, and they should only charge him for four. While he's fighting it out with the poor 7-Eleven cashier, we make a break for it.

I wonder if the goddam sonofabitch ever made it home.

[tedsmoke]

well really its more a cool experience:

me and two friends co camping in central oregon at the start of winter (cold!). we got 1 night, an eight of dank, a tent (supposedly!) and some hotdogs with pocketknifes and no buns.

we find our spot in the woods and right away make the fire. next we realize we forgot the tent pole and find out well be sleeping on the ground (remember....winter!) no biggie tho. after a nigh of smoking only half the 1/8 and getting SO FUCKED UP, that were all making strange noises in the dark in the wood with almost no provisions for almost and hour, we all wake up freezing at abbout 4 in the morning to the beatiful sounds of a large pack of coyotes howling about a mile away while watching shooting stars under the very visible mercury and north star! mind blowing...

[dragonrider]

... i was just laughing my ass off because thats one of those moments i do not want to be in (takin a rip and then some one you dont want to see comes up and you have to exhale) but it was all good, just made it more interesting.

I've got one like that.

We used to go to this trippy mall in San Diego called Horton Plaza and walk around stoned. There were not a lot of good places to get high there, so we were looking for a good place one day and found one on this metal stairway behind a movie theater. There was a little landing right next to a door, and that's where we decided to smoke. So we were passing back and forth this pipe and getting really ripped, and I took in this HUGE hit, and I knew I was just about to cough really bad, when all of a sudden the door right behind me flies open and this guy steps out and yells, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE!"

"PUHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaacckkkkkk!!!!!!! Cough! Cough! Cough! Oh God! Cough! Nothing, man! Cough! Not doing anything! Just leaving! Cough! Cough! Shit! Goddam! Cough!"

It hurt so bad letting out that huge cough with the total surprise of that bastard popping out right behind me that I couldn't breath and my eyes watered up so bad I couldn't see a thing. My freind took off dwon the stairs, and I just sort of stumbled along behind him following the noise. We got the hell out of there.

I guess that was actually the back door of the theater and they had a problem with people trying to sneak in that way.

[dragonrider]

Here's another wierd high encounter. Some friends came to visit me at college, and we went up onto the very top of this really tall building on campus to get high on this observation deck they have up there. This is late at night with no one around, and you can see all of the city lights out in front of you. In addition to getting high, there were substances we do not discuss involved, and so we were really really tripping hard.

We were up there for a very long time, but eventually it was time to leave, so we got in the elevator and started heading down. Still there was no one around --- we hadn't seen anyone for hours, so we were still just goofing off and acting wierd in the elevator. Around the fifth floor I told everyone, "Hey, we're about to re-enter society here, so maybe we better think about what might be waiting for us when that elevator door opens. Either no one is there, which would be good. Or someone could be waitng for the elevator, in which case we need to be ready to maintain."

It was like a very serious moment, and we all get ourselves together, serious expressions on our faces, ready for anything.

We hit the bottom floor.

The door opened.

Right in front of us, maybe two feet away, there is a cleaning woman on a huge ladder straddling the doorway, with all these buckets and mops and cleaning supplies piled all in front of the door, no way to get past!

"Hi, Guys!"

Holy shit! It might be the most unexpected thing I have ever experienced, because I had just been spending the previous minute preparing myself for all the possibilies of what might be there when the door opened. I don't think I would have been more surpirsed if it had been a lion.

We all just fell apart laughing. She must have thought we were a bunch of jackasses, but she seemed to think it was pretty funny too.

[greenhorngrower]

One time My buddy and I were smokin' after I had just gotten back from a 15 day trip and stayed clean from the green the entire trip, so needless to say I was getting ripped. Anyways, we ended up getting high and going for a walk down this dirt road near his house, and came across this area with some huge logs. Thats when my buddy decided he'd challenge me at lifting one of em over our heads (this was in my weightlifting days).. the thing is we didnt realize we were on some private property (although there was a posted sign on a tree right next to us... man were we blazed) ..Thats when this hillbilly old guy in a truck slows down, gets out of the vehicle and comes towards us without any words... we got sketched and threw the log down, than began to approach him... Thats when he got this strange look and once again without words turned around away from us and hurried back to his truck.. as we kept walking towards him to see what was up.. he reaches into his truck, and grabs what looks to be a shotgun or something.. he only flashed the but of the thing to let us know... than he panicked after i was like "wtf thats illegal".. he hopped in his truck and drove off... Fuckin hillbillies, gotta love em'

[dragonrider]

I hope I'm not getting carried away dominating this thread, but I have a lot of crazy stories, and I guess I am kind of on a roll getting them out.

I was driving around with some friends one night a long, long, long time ago. I was way too wasted to drive, so one of my friends was driving my car. He liked to drive it, because it was a '66 Mustang, and it was a fun car to drive. We were passing a joint around the car when we went around this sharp corner in the road, and my friend punched the gas to squeal the tires around the corner.

My other friend says, "Hey, dude! Don't do that. There could be a cop behind us," then turns his head to look back, "Holy Shit! There IS a cop behind us!"

The cop hits his lights.

I blow out my last hit, crush out the joint with my fingers, and stuff it into the seat.

My freind pulls to the side of the road, and suddenly we are totally surrounded by marked cop cars and unmarked cars! And all of these "jump out" cops with the windreakers that say POLICE in yellow letters pile out of their cars and engulf the entire area.

The cop from the car that hit us with the lights comes up to the driver's side, and the first thing he says is, "I smell marijuana. Have you been smoking marijuana?"

My freind knew it was pointless to deny it, but didn't tell him we were smoking only 3 seconds ago. He said, "We smoked a joint in here about 2 hours ago."

"An honest Man! I like an honest man! If I strip you down and tear this car apart, will I find any more drugs?"

"No officer, that was the last of it, two hours ago."

"Ok then. Be safe, and have a good evening."

And they all piled back into their cars and left in less than 30 seconds.

We decided that they had been looking for something in particular, and we were not it, so they didn't have time to bother with us.

That was one freaky encounter.