Quote Originally Posted by JD1stTimer
I was smoking on the patio of a bar, it was freezing cold, really windy, and there were only like two people out there. The girl I was with was way too talky, asking about what we were smoking, if it was mexi-brick, and I was trying to keep more hushy about it. The bouncer came out, I palmed the burning joint in my right hand (glad I practiced basic magic as a kid!) and immediately pulled out a skydancer cigarette, lit it, and got the half joint into my pocket in one quick smooth move. He stared me straight in the eye, said a patron complained about smelling weed, and asked me what I was smoking. I gave him a cigarette, he looked at it, sniffed it, wrinkled his noise, said fuckin cold out here this is some bullshit, and went back into the bar. The girl was completely freaked out and trying to drag me out before I could even get my tab. I told her to chill, she told me she will, I paid for my swill and got behind the wheel.

She said she's sick, I told her to sip my coke. She said she'd throw up if she can't get 7-Up. We went to a 24-hour convenience store, we're both red-eyed and drunk, and there's the sherrifs and troopers having their deep night donut fix while my pocket smelled like a skunk. Fuck this, I gotta piss, we get in the car and I wanna kiss. She was so tense and freaked out I knew I shouldn't even try. She yelled at me all the way home. It really sucked.

WTF!:wtf:

You do know this is a weed forum right? Lol