Well I hate to admit to this lame story. But, me and my friends were in my basement and he was rolling joints. And before I go on, I have gotten high a lot, enough to know what happened this night was not anywhere near what i get from a marijuana high. Anyways, apparently my friend rolled two of these joints with receipts. (yeah i know) These receipts, had ink on them; like most. So without noticing till midway into the second joint that this was the case. I smoked them. I continued smoking till it was gone then knew that if I was going to do anymore he would have to roll a real joint. The first 15 minutes or so I was fine, it was a pot high it was like the same ol', same ol'. Then as I sat there on the couch. I began to notice my friend was shaking. I then started to shake myself, and it was clearly not cold in the room. My arms laid lifeless on the couch and I started to notice that they felt numb, almost tingly sensation in my arms. They felt heavy and it was as if I couldn't move them without using my strength. I started to have a sudden scary feeling. My heart started to beat faster than normal. I looked around and everything had this eary feeling to it. I ran upstairs and looked at the kitchen for no reason and came back down. I told everyone I was on inhalents. They had no idea what I meant. I was thinking of those lame ass health videos they have you watch were the douche kid in the denim jacket from the 80's dies the first time of inhalents. I kept thinking, well I just purely inhaled ink. I told my friends and they must of thought i was stupid. My one friend, didn't think it was weird for he was probably having the same feeling cause he continued shaking sitting in the same position. My teeth began to feel numb, and it was like I had novicain in my mouth. I told everyone that I was going to die. I said that I needed to call my mom. Then all of sudden as I told them that I thought I was on inhalents again and those movies say you die the first time. They said "thats bull shit dude" and for some reason there no logic words calmed me down. The rest of the time, my mind was set on well if I die, I die. I cannot help it. I stayed where I was, I managed to be unable to hold a coke and sip it without shaking and dropping it. I went to the bathroom to take a piss and for some reason my eyes looked funny to me, I looked funny to me in the mirror. I came back and saw my friends smoking a joint, and they told me they ran out of fluid. We went upstairs to get lighters and we are in this circular room with lots of windows. Suddenly I had a semi-hallucination, the room turned into some kind of lighted up beauty in the beast ballroom. I couldn't help but laugh. But then I started to feel fucked up again, a warm sensation ran through my body. Then it felt like little trickles of ink were running in my chest. But I knew it was just me. Then i started to feel cold again. I feared for my life, I thought I would drop dead of inhalents poisioning. I went back downstairs and they put in harold and kumar. THey turned off my light and turned on my black lights. At this point, the room was kind of purple,blue, dark colored space mix. I didn't dare peak out of my covers, for some reason I thought if I relaxed I wouldn't die. I passed out and woke up maybe a half hour later. I decided I had to go to bed and if I didn't wake up, my family could worry about that. (I didn't make sense) I blacked out maybe 4 seconds after hitting the bed.


Now with this gigantic enormous story, there is a point, trust me. DOES ANYONE, I mean anyone know that this incredibly farfetched and long story is obviously from the ink on the receipts. And if I just never expeirenced a really really high sensation. Because nobody in my town thinks that the ink on the receipt could have done anything but ware and tear at my body. I've googled this shit a million times and found nothing about smoking a receipt. Probably because my friend is the only stupid fucker to do that. Anyone got anything?
MightyJoBong Reviewed by MightyJoBong on . My Friend is mildly retarded Well I hate to admit to this lame story. But, me and my friends were in my basement and he was rolling joints. And before I go on, I have gotten high a lot, enough to know what happened this night was not anywhere near what i get from a marijuana high. Anyways, apparently my friend rolled two of these joints with receipts. (yeah i know) These receipts, had ink on them; like most. So without noticing till midway into the second joint that this was the case. I smoked them. I continued smoking Rating: 5