A few hours ago, I was rolling a joint and after I was done, I placed it on my night table so I'd remember where it was. After that, I went outside to smoke a few cigarettes. When I came back, after maybe 20 mins max, I discovered my joint was missing. I checked every possible nook and cranny that it could've possible fallen into. I don't think my parents would've taken it because they would've confronted me about it and they're generally understanding with the "What's mine is mine" Theory. This leaves only my little brother. Obviously, I don't want to accuse him right away, cuz I don't really have any proof, but that's what the evidence is pointing towards. It sucks even if he did it, there's no way in hell he's gonna ever admit it...

.... This fuckin' sucks, I want to smoke a joint..

I'm gonna go look some more. Peace...
OniEhtRedrum781 Reviewed by OniEhtRedrum781 on . Lost Joint A few hours ago, I was rolling a joint and after I was done, I placed it on my night table so I'd remember where it was. After that, I went outside to smoke a few cigarettes. When I came back, after maybe 20 mins max, I discovered my joint was missing. I checked every possible nook and cranny that it could've possible fallen into. I don't think my parents would've taken it because they would've confronted me about it and they're generally understanding with the "What's mine is mine" Theory. Rating: 5