i woke up in the morning still high as fuck and went to school high as fuck. i got two suspensions, because i told the teacher that he looked like he just fell off of a florida tree and called him mr. mandarin, (he was wearing a bright orange shirt, and was really fat) and then asked a senior to tickle my pickle in the principals office, and i threw my binder at the speaker during an assembly. the rest of the day coasted by, and then i went home and ate 24 hot pockets, and 12 snack packs of Pop Secret, and went to football practice and later on the football game. i was blazed as hell (still!!) and started throwing game balls into the stands. i went home and slept until the next afternoon. good times, man, good times. but anyway... that was the last time i smoked, and now every few weeks, i feel high as fuck for a few hours here and there. i suspect that the shit was around 50 percent THC or higher, and that the idiot that sold it to me didnt know.