Reminds me of the day I smoked out with a manager of a Dairy Queen.

"Hey bro... can I get an ice cream... that shit sounds so dank right now. (turns to friend) Dude, ice cream sounds fucking dank right now... dank."

"... dank?"

"... Hey bro... can I get an ice cream... that shit sounds so dank right now. (turns to friend) Fucking ice cream!"

"Sure... one... vanilla cone." (looking at me funny)

( My friend dares me to climb on top of the counter)

( I climb on top of the counter and do a half-assed dance)

"Sir! You can't do that! Please get down!"

( I'm looking down at him because I was on top of the fucking counter ) "Fuck off shortie"

The manager came out, and asked if I was baked. Blah blah blah, he ended up coming into our truck and we blazed.

I can honestly say that I was a complete jackass that day and I was fucking BAKED.
couch-potato Reviewed by couch-potato on . ever so stoned that you don't give a shit if people know? so i found myself driving back to school after thanksgiving break. my parents were being bitches on that sunday and i decided to get blazed for the drive back. after awhile i realized two things: 1.) i'm a little too blazed to be driving and 2.) i could really go for a fucking cherry coke. i stop at this rest stop in central illinois and its me and one other car that holds a woman with two little kids. the kids run right past me, brushing against my legs and im freaking out cuz im so Rating: 5