that stories fuckin sweet...a bunch or friends and i all got an 8th of bud to take up to my ranch..there were like 6 of us...being as we live in houston...it was pretty fuckin dank.
we had some white widow,northern light, some shit called fruity pebbles, and i dont know what the other strains were..we all got fucking stoned as hell when we see this fucking beaver start swimming across the pond. We had a 22 rifle and shot the fuck outta that bitch...i remember waking up the next morning wondering if it all really happened when i looked next to me and there was still like a 1/4 oz. of bud and the roor we had..it had to be true..otherwise it's the best dream i ever had