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...