Imagine this...

At my buddies for the weekend...his parents are away for the weekend. Me and my freinds get a half of skunk. We smoke up some joints, bowls, blunts etc. Then, before the high kicks in we decide to hotbox his bathroom. After leaving the bathroom empty of smoke and pleasently wrecked, we head downstairs to watch some tv. After about half an hour of sitting there watching he tv and giggling, somone says "I can smell smoke...it smells funny" We naturally ignored him. Half an hour later, i need a piss like mad, so i head up to the bathroom to use the facilities. As soon as i get to the top of the stairs, i get hit in the nose by a strange, plasticy stink. I look at the bathroom door, slightly ajar, and see smoke coming out of it. My stomach drops, and i walk slowly to the door. I push it open, and i am greeted with the sight of a fucking fire, bang in the middle of his lino. And this isnt a little fire. This is a goddamn raging inferno. A huge, molten puddle of lino in the middle of the floor. The others run up the stairs, and spend about 10 seconds running around like headless chickens, before my buddy neil fills a glass with water, and throws it on the fire. Several more follow, and we all eventually end up sitting on the floor vacantly staring and shitting ourselves about what his parents will say when they see it, as my freind who lives their quietly sits and crys.

Now that sobered me up.