Once upon a time, I was a youngster that just loved to get high. Sometimes I would get so ridiculous, it would impair my ability to use a remote control.

One such night, a friend and I were getting numbskulled in my kitchen when my parents were not home...when all of a sudden, we heard my neighbor yelling hysterically outside. I therefore decided to sneak a peek out to see what the heck was going on, obviously.

As I stuck my head out the window, I perceived a young man setting the bottom floor of our appartment complex on fire. Now that might explain why the neighbor was acting so damn crazy. She then saw me, and immediately yelled at me to call the police. "Call the police!! Call 9-1-1!!", she said repeatedly.

Well being the stoned youngster I was, I couldn't help but ask... "What's the number??".
My friend laughed at me for about 2 hours straight, and I still hear about it today... damn it!

I was stoned damnit...I was stoned!! :jointsmile: