Quote Originally Posted by SensiRide
The 1st time I got high â?? wow, ill always remember it.................


I was about 13 and my uncle (who was about 25 at the time) invited me to go on a drive with him and 2 of his friends. We all chipped in for an ounce of purple haze and set off to Edinburgh. The whole time, a joint was either being rolled or smoked so by the time we got to Edinburgh (about an hour later) I was really blazed. We were listening to a Wu tang album and I was feeling the beats with my face practically pressed up against the car window, smiling away to myself.

For some weird reason, my uncle wanted to go into Ikea (a big furniture store) and get some hotdogs from their food section so we all went in (I was blazed so BAD!) I was made to stand in the long queue while they had a wander about the store.
It was really really busy and there was lots of noise. Suddenly, I heard this buzzing noise in my head grow louder and louder and louder till it totally drowned out all the noise round me, by this time I felt REALLY dizzy and disoriented then the next thing I know BANG!!
Iâ??m lying on the hard floor, unable to open my eyes but feeling at peace from being on my back. I can hear voices above me, speaking to me, but all I can see is darkness

WHATS YOUR NAME?
Someone is asking my name wtf
CERISE I say
CAN YOU OPEN YOUR EYES?
NO I say

Then I start giggling, eyes still shut.
I feel that there is a large crowd round me and it kinda amuses me so Iâ??m lying there, eyes shut, sniggering away.

WHO ARE YOU WITH?
My uncle Shakeel

Then a minute or so later, they put an announcement over the tannoy
WOULD A â??SHAKEELâ?? PLEASE COME TO THE HOT DOG STAND

Next thing I know, my eyes are open and there is about 15 people round me, staring at me.
Suddenly, my uncle comes through the crowd and bends down beside me
What happened to her? he asks one of the ladies looking down at me
â??I donâ??t know, one minute she is standing in front of me waiting the queue and the next minute her legs have way and she fell back and smacked her head off the floor real hard.

So anyway, to cut a long story short, I ended up being taken out Ikea in a wheelchair and put back into the car and we smoked the rest of the ounce all the way home.
The end.
:stoned:


best story EVER!