hey guys first off id just like to say thanks for the responses, means alot to me...

alright so the year was 1977 and Chris and his friends were in their prime of their teen age lives. for those of you who have ever attempted to get a cat or dog or anything high, he has shared in similar experiances. one time dring winter recess ( a time period they had off from school, somewhat of a winter spring break ) they were at a buddie of his house who had a parakeet...they wanted it to expericance the magic of THC. all night long they smoked j's and bowls and blew it in the cage....after about a half ounce the bird coughd up a huge gulp of smoke, and they decided to stop after that. the next morning they woke up to a dead parakeet, and a kid in some major trouble. I assume many of you have read stories from doctor g, and my uncle had a few stories to match his, that were infact very similar. He too had a gas mask they bought from an army surplus store, but he hated it becuase it burnt your eyes....but the greatest story of all was in jamaca in 1982

Him and his brother Jeff went to jamaca for a vacation, one they would never forget. They stayed in a small villa on the eastern side of the island. an island of paradice, naked women, beautiful beaches, and the legality of marijuana was at the importance of j walking. There was a gardener in the villa, clinton, who had a large garden of...you can guess....who upon my uncles arrival handed him and his brother a 50 pound burlap potato sac of jamacan grown weed (shwag) they baked day in and day out for the entire trip (with clinton of course). they had contests on who could roll the biggest "doobie". One night, my uncle rolled a joint to top all joints. it was cone shaped, about the size of an average baseball bat. and he used about 3.5 lbs of pot in the one j. he would grab a hand full, throw it in, pack it down with a stick, and repeat. his brother and clinton, in order to spite him and his gluttony, refused to help him with the joint. he smoked it for around 8 hours straight not even inhailing, but like a cigar, puff after puff after puff nonstop, and he thre away a 6 inch roach with probally a qp...he never got to gluttonous again

my favorite story...

:::the smoke out:::

as we all know the 70's were a time of laid back attitudes and rock music. My uncle was always a cool kid, picking on others, or so it may seem, but indeed it wasnt as bad as could be...if you think of bullying ion the 70's you think of swirleys, wedgie, or even just a beating....but my uncles group had their own deal called a smoke out. they would take an unwilling kid and stick him in the back of their station wagon and put people on the outside to keep the doors closed and secure, then they would light up...they would make it so the smoke was so thick it looked like a solid brick...like you were burried in foggy cement...the unwilling kid in the car would get so high from the second hand smoke that he wouldnt tell on them, for one because he most likley liked it (my uncle said they usually went after the ant-drug kids and they usually because pro pot) and two because they were to messed up to give a good account of what happend, and three because who would believed that somone MADE a kid get stoned?




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koshea Reviewed by koshea on . story 2.. hey guys first off id just like to say thanks for the responses, means alot to me... alright so the year was 1977 and Chris and his friends were in their prime of their teen age lives. for those of you who have ever attempted to get a cat or dog or anything high, he has shared in similar experiances. one time dring winter recess ( a time period they had off from school, somewhat of a winter spring break ) they were at a buddie of his house who had a parakeet...they wanted it to expericance Rating: 5