haha i read this and thought you were talking about scavenger smokers (half baked explains it pretty well. it's the scene w/ snoop dogg, thurgood, and brian on the stoop). man, i hate guys that always smoke your bud and split without even a thank you. that's probably my worst pet peev. oh well. anyway...

i remember a few weeks ago when i was dry for a long time and as i was frantically searching my room (in vain, of course), i remember that months before, while i was high, i put a nickel or so (about a j's worth) under my matress for just such an occasion. needless to say, i got fucking baked.
slpntrx5 Reviewed by slpntrx5 on . Story of a Scavenger So I'm sitting in my apt. with an impending sensation of boredom creeping upon me. I decide that it's time to smoke. I go over to my stash and try to act surprised when my bottle is EMPTY, even though I already knew it was. After staring at my empty pharmaceutical bottle for several minutes, I decide to call my usual dealer and get no answer. Slowly descending into sweaty paranoia, I decide to go to my car and hope to find some bud in my dash. Nothing in there either. Suddenly, a small Rating: 5