Know your smokin spot

[imagoober]

i always love it when i go up north to clearlake to visit my friend and were blaze out on his boat while were fishing, it is amazing to catch a fish while stoned, plus then you get to have a victory bowl and some animal cookies! i also love to smoke with him when he comes to visit me well go snowboarding with a bunch of friend go pull off the trail and blaze it up, then try to get back down with out eating shit, those have got to be my fav!

[yoda]

the woods down at my dad's, the first spot i got high at. like a little under 10 minute walk, and you got to these rocks, and they were perfect for sitting on. other than that, the barn at my dad's. last winter it was hotboxing the shit out of my friend's galant.

[420ultimatesmokage]

nothing better then blazing up in nature.

[Omun]

I like smoking in the backyard of my parents house. It's nice and quite and it's where I was when I first tried smoking about 6 years ago. Other than that my friends basement is always good, or my other friends porch that is connected to his bedroom, or at my other friends house either hotboxing there bathroom or hotboxing the closet. This past summer we hotboxed the bathroom with 7 blunts :rasta:

[LordRuffleMontgomery]

There's a big river on a hillside not to far from my house, that's withdrawn from everything else enough that I'll typically head over there (20 minute or so walk) and spend around an entire evening there; dinner and everything.

[gjayde]

this is abig thread i likme it any whare mostly at home with mates 4 sure.

[Ganj]

my room. it's got everything i want and it's safe, too.

[rab]

When they first built Milwaukee's huge Hoan bridge over the harbor, we used to sneak up there. That was long ago! The Blues Bros filmed a car jump from one of the unfinished ramps. We used to climb up at night and have the whole bridge to ourselves. Its something like 2 miles long & 200 feet high. Magnificent views of the harbor & city. One day a sherriff car showed up -- we didn't know that they had connected the south end of the bridge. The cop never saw us, but Dennis tossed the bong overboard into the Summerfest grounds. The next day, he scaled a fence & recovered the bong!

Speaking of the Milwaukee lakefront (one of the greatest places on Earth to get high), for three years in a row, on the Fourth of July, I fell down on the rocks in the same place and broke a glass pipe in my pocket. The first time I didn't know it until the next day when the bed was soaked in blood. One time it was a cute little irridescent swirly number, once it was a Tokerator, and once it was part of a homemade instrument that we had. Dennis calls it my Annual Memorial War Wound.

[Mr Greenthumb]

Sounds like a shitty tradition. Pretty funny stuff thoug.