It was early sophmore year. My best friend and I smoked out of a home-made pipe made out of a water bottle in his car. We smoked a few bowls and I couldn't tell if I was stoned or not, so I asked him, and he waved his hand infront of my face and it was like frame by frame, and he was like, "ya, you're stoned man". Then we walked down the street to his house I couldn't feel my legs, and it seemed like it took forever. Then we went inside and pounded a grande meal from taco bell each and laughed it up. A trully wonderful evening...