To get right to the point of the story, go to the bold.

So last night I smoked out my buddy in college and his younger brother (who is also very good friend of mine) who is in high school. I made a club run and picked up 1/8th of Super Sour Deisel. It was fucking freezing outside, so we decided to take the stealth route and smoke in his bedroom (which is upstairs, and their parents were downstairs). I created a doob tube and kept the Febreeze handy, all was well until my friend's friend showed up.

Let's call him Dan. Now Dan, in my opinion is a total bitch and asshole cunt. He came over, climbed up the stairs and immediately complained about the smell of dank bud. Now the parents are somewhat fine with the smell of smoking, but my friends still like to keep it on the d/l to keep them happy.

Anyways, he refuses to use the doob tube and makes us go outside in the fucking cold so he can take his hits. He took his smoke in well, so I start to kinda like this guy again.

After he smoked, we went back upstairs to the bedroom to just chill with video games, music and internet shit. I introduce myself because I forgot to earlier, and tell him to call me by my last name (which is the name I go by, because I have a cool last name). He goes, "Bullshit, I'm not calling you that, what's your real name?"

As if I was going to lie about my name. Then I tell him that he knows my sister, "Beth", because they went to high school together. He says, "Oh I remember her, is she dead yet?" What the fuck?

I told him that my sister is engaged to a pretty cool guy, and it's even better because he's pretty fucking rich. He goes, "Sheesh, I've heard that story before" He asked me where I got the bud, I said the medical store (which is the best bud available in Los Angeles) then he said, "I hardly believe that, the bud wasn't even that good." YOU JACKASS MOTHERFUCKER.

Then he complained about how he didn't want to listen to music and play Gauntlet with us. It was 3 a.m., almost below freezing outside and this dude acts like he wants to go out riding dirtbikes or some kRaZy KoOl shit.

Then Dan handed my friend a cigar, and started talking about how he felt pure energy flowing through his arms. (This guy was fucking BAKED, but he kept denying it)

We all laughed at him, but in a friendly way because he kept refusing that he was high. He got pissy, and said he was going home to take a nap then see his girlfriend. It was 3 a.m. He got up, TOOK BACK THE CIGAR WHICH HE GAVE AS A GIFT TO MY FRIEND, then left.
couch-potato Reviewed by couch-potato on . Just me, or was this guy an asshole? (sort of long) To get right to the point of the story, go to the bold. So last night I smoked out my buddy in college and his younger brother (who is also very good friend of mine) who is in high school. I made a club run and picked up 1/8th of Super Sour Deisel. It was fucking freezing outside, so we decided to take the stealth route and smoke in his bedroom (which is upstairs, and their parents were downstairs). I created a doob tube and kept the Febreeze handy, all was well until my friend's friend Rating: 5