What is it with a stick! A Zen thing? We were in some woods goofing around and my friend picked up a stick and for some reason made a real slow dramatic turn towards me with the stick, and I stood transfixed watching the tip of the stick as it approached slowly, and after 100 years it touched my arm and we exploded laughing, the most we ever laughed and you know what I mean so I wont even describe it.

Now, 20 years later either one of us can pick up a stick and turn like that, and we wig freaking out. Not even high or anything.

A close second was at night, really dark, walking through a field of Queen Anns Lace (or some such plant with flat white flowers on tall stalks) and we couldn't see the stalks or each other or anything, just these flowers floating waist high. We got laugh cramps so bad we had to walk our bikes home.
rab Reviewed by rab on . funniest day of my life ok well yesterday(sunday) i went to my friends house to pick up my half ounce, thats when the fun started lol. he said the guy just got home and its fresh from his trees too. so we go to the kids house and pick up the weed, man was this shit packed. he actually gave me 16.5 ounces instead of 14 because he was two days late getting it. so anyways we forgot our bowl's and we had nothing to smoke out of. we find ourselves picking up frikin tin foil and an old pencil and making this cheap ass bowl Rating: 5