I was at a huge party at my friends hous in the boonies, and I went outside for a joint because I don't do well with crowds. A few minutes go by and something the size of a big cat scuttles by, a few minutes later the same thing happens. It's sketchy as fuck, but I smoke on, despite the fact that I was so high at thiat point that somebody could have stabbed me and I would have found it right hilarious. A bowl and a half later, a midget in a clown costume jusmps out of the bushes and scares the fuck out of me. I'm a big, white, dreadlocked guy, and I climbed up the side of the house in about fifteen seconds. The midget is running around babbling, and I'm fucking stoned. About ten seconds later, three huys I had never seen before fell out of the bushes laughing, then ran away. I ended up smoking two more bowls with the clown midget, who was pissed those guys left him behind. Smoking with clown midgets is choice activity, I highly suggest it.