So I woke up and called a buddy of mine... we were gonna go pick up a bag from my dealer. So I call the guy and he says he forgot it at home and will call me later (He picked up a bag of killer bud the night before at a party about 2 hours away). So around 3 he calls me and apologizes and says his brother tapped into his bag and smoke a lot of it. So we go over to chill at a friends house, and he was supposably picking up an oz. While we waited, he smoked us up with 3 bowls of purple haze. We were all fucking stoned as shit when he left to go get it. About an hour and a half later (It was snowing really bad outside) and it ended up that his weed connection fell through... so he got Coke instead. He apologizes to us and packs up a few more bowls, covering each one with a shitload of some really good coke. We smoke those and decide to take off since my friends were going somewhere. There's 3 inches of snow on the ground, none of the roads are remotely plowed, I'm stoned off my ass and can feel the coke, and have absolutely no tread on my tires left. Me and my buddy decide we're hungry and drive towards a restaraunt, taking a frontage road we thought would be cleared off... which wasn't. I start having to go up a small hill with a stoplight when my car can't get any traction and we go absolutely no where for about 5 minutes. A cop passes us and doesn't bother to get out and help... which really didn't bother me considering how stoned I was.. and was kinda up-ity because of the coke. Finally my friend gets out and starts to push the car and we finally get going to about five miles an hour, until 30 minutes later, we're finally in the parking lot of a Wendy's. My car doesn't want to go anywhere and pretty much just couldn't move... so I had to call my mother to pick us up, and she didn't have her car so our next door neighbors (who are pretty religious, but that's beyond the point) have to come pick me and my friend up, when we're stoned and coked up. It really sucked on the way home... because we were both pretty fucked up. I'm never driving that car int he snow again until I get new tires... and I still don't have a bag of weed....
Bman719 Reviewed by Bman719 on . Crazy Ass Day Yesterday So I woke up and called a buddy of mine... we were gonna go pick up a bag from my dealer. So I call the guy and he says he forgot it at home and will call me later (He picked up a bag of killer bud the night before at a party about 2 hours away). So around 3 he calls me and apologizes and says his brother tapped into his bag and smoke a lot of it. So we go over to chill at a friends house, and he was supposably picking up an oz. While we waited, he smoked us up with 3 bowls of purple haze. Rating: 5