Lol, i'm on holiday in Bahrain right now and went to the desert with my family yesterday for a barbecue/bonfire etc.
It was the ultimate smoking location EVER. Phat views that disappeared into nothingness with mountains and abandoned oil refineries all around, nothing to be heard anywhere and the sun going down slowly. It was crazy but I had no draw whatsoever so I sent my mate a text on my mum's phone telling him about it.
Anyway this morning she said 'I read that text you sent' and gave me a look. I said "What? All I said was it was the ultimate bunning spot!". She held the look for a while and eventually said "Well, I guess it was, I mean you had the huge views and the sun and everything, plus it was so quiet."
Was funny, but she doesn't care that much I smoke 'cause she admits to doing it at my age. How much is the question !
Button Basher Reviewed by Button Basher on . Tales your Parents won't tell you Drug Tales from my Childhood Getting High from 1968 on...... My childhood was full of trees and tall rocks, so itâ??s no surprise that when I started smoking I took to the heights. There were several heavily wooded glades around my childhood community where we would asend ten to fifteen feet above the ground and begin to pass the joint. Newcomers to the circle were often shocked when three or four of us would swing into the branches of some friendly pine tree and head up. Some folks just Rating: 5