ok heres a fucked up story.this little kid i hung out with is about ten and he lives the next block over.well one day i walked to my shed to get my football and the night before i toked in there and i walk over and go dam smells like weed in here nigga.and hes like yah man all tryin to act cool and im ike you dont kno wat pot smells like and hes like yah i smoked weed before and he starts tellin me bout the brand of his friends bong and different types of weed and shit and im like this bitch knows bout weed so i go well hey man i smoke too you wanna hit my bong up tonight and hes like YEA!!!!so that night i meet him at my shed and he got a dime of some shit with PURPLE STRAINSim like where hte fuck yu get that it definetely beats the shit outta my dro and hes like yah man so we toss both shit in the piece and get fucked up.so he grabs a fucking hammer and were all stoned and im like looking at the door talk to me and i see him with like purple hair and im like woah man your hair and hes like what the fucks this and he throws it at my fucking leg,im liek you son of a bitch.so i punch this bitch right in hsi face and he is sittin on the floor wit a bloody nose laughing and i just bust out laughing and sit down there with him and we got fucked up.so anyways the next day his mother and a fucking sheriff come to my door and are like did yo uabuse this child.and im like what no and the mothers liek well the other night my son came home all fucked up on pot with a bruise on his cheek and im like well i dont kno where he got it from i wasnt even with him last night and he starts all yelling you fuckin liar we were in your shed smokin pot you made me and im like what the fuck are you talking abotu and im bout to hit this fucking rat bastard but theres a fuckin cop there and im like listen,last night this kid has a bag of weed and wants to smoke with me so im like i dont smoke and he kicked me in my leg,since there was a bruise from the hammer there,and im like he flipped out sayin he wanted to smoek and i hit him because he hit me.so the cops like well im gonna have to search your shed for marijuana and he found nothing because my bongs hidden in my attic and the weeds all gone and hes like well we dont see anything so he checks the kids house and his father had about an ounce of shit and got taken in for possesion and me and the kid havent seen eachother since.i think he moved.but it was a fucked up week i tell ya man.
WimpyChimp Reviewed by WimpyChimp on . Who's ur oddest smoking buddie? I've got this one cat that hooks me up with some really good popcorn. See there are three towns where I live that are close together. Since pigs watch this site I'll just call them Town Flower, Town Lewis, and Town Highland. When you drive threw Town Flower and Highland it's nothing but WHITE people, fansy cars, big houses and trophy wifes. With the hand I was delt I just so happen to live in town Flower not as much smoking going on in the town, and the people are not as happy, Little more Rating: 5