yeah, once i was stoned...my jacket pocket had a hole in it, and since i was pleasantly blazed i had forgotten...me and a friend go for a walk at about 1 in the morning, best time to smoke outside...we rolled 2 fairly fat joints and put them in our pockets...we walked to the park and were gunna light up when, to my horror, MINE WAS GONE!!! it was one of the saddest things i have ever seen...we found it later sitting in his driveway... the little guy, wrapped in what i thought of as a white blanket, looked a bit lonely so i lit em up...
flamingskullballs Reviewed by flamingskullballs on . The Tale of the Pocket's Hole This isn't really a thread to reply to I suppose...but feel free to. Here goes... Scrapped together some bits and pieces into makeshift doobie this humid afternoon. The sweat trickled down the bridge of my nose as the doobie was completed with a final flick of the tounge. I then proceeded to perform my ritualistic set of tasks before ingniting the doobie. Get hair out of the lighter range. Check. Wait for what little breeze there was to die down. Check. Glance at the sky and a nearby Rating: 5