OK....wow....this is crazy thinking back.

So like 4 years ago, there was this huge keg party in this like marsh area....mad people, mad alcohol..the usual. So, I had a half ounce in my pocket the whole night (I dunno why, but we used to always carry all our weed on us at all times..dumb...yes)..

I rolled a blunt before the keg..that was the only thing I smoked while there. So, yada yada yada...I was absolutely rocked after drinking soooo much then smoking and drinking a little more. Me and one friend (who lives near the marsh) left when it was dying down to head to his house. Well, we were both pretty out of it, and somehow seperated...? LOL, so I remember (not really) seeing a cop (like 20 of them would soon come), so I laid the weed down besides this fence (did I mention I was fucking gonzo?). I get to my friend's house, wake up and didn't remember anything at first, but I knew I lost the weed. All I remembered was a fence........

Flash forward like three days of pouring and thunderstorms later...and I'm at the same friends house, and I'm like 'Dude I gotta look for that"...Basically we took a stroll around the neighborhood looking on the ground for a bag...with little to no fate in the first place. We split up, and I was like a few blocks from his house when I decided to turn back...then I notice this fence....Mmmmm I think to myself....then I think there's no way. I walk over to the fence and there is a half ounce (with one blunt missing) rolled up nicely and not wet at all. My friend comes to find me flipping out hysterically in this person's BACKYARD (don't ask, you know just as much as me haha)...

Long story short, it was pretty exciting to find that (understatement)...we just went looking cuz we were bored, and we only went out for like 15 minutes. After that happened, I truly believed I would never be blessed again with luck because that was really just unreal. Yeah...so ya, I'm older now, and that would never happen again, but it was quite the 'experience' so to say.
MacWQ33 Reviewed by MacWQ33 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