Quote Originally Posted by Canadien.
lol, yeah man, same here. My mom wanted to blaze once while she was visiting me, and I wasn't too sure if I wanted to. If she wanted some, I wouldn't even hesitate. That's just being a good son.

But it would be weird as hell blazing with my mom, the lady taught me how to speak for Christ' sake lol. Luckily we just never got around to it.

Now my dad on the other hand, that would be funny as hell.
i've smoked with my dad on numerous occasions.. (lol! this fool [and no i don't mean the hiphop-popular version of 'foo' refered to everyoen, i mean the dictionary version of FOOL] tried to clear me and my brothers steam roller....) me and him couldn't clear it and at that point, we'd been smoking every day for months.... he hadn't touched weed in YEARS... needless to say after the second round he couldn't even breathe enough to tell us he 'don't need anymore' but we knew what he was trying to say lol.. i gave him one of my anti-depressants once too... (not to get him high, but he didn't believe that was the reason i was sleeping for 16 hours on end [med was GeoDon if anyone's ever came across it... it don't get you high, it just puts your ass out like a busted fucking light bulb... I'M AN INSOMNIAC, A SEVERE ONE AT THAT, AND I COUDNL'T EVEN RESIST PASSING OUT, this shit will make you pass out standing up...]) so anyways i gave it to him once.. just to prove my point... he didn't come outta that bedroom but to piss for the next 36 hours.. and afterwards i never heard any lip from him again..

that's about all the good memories i have of my dad.... i don't wanna go into the depression thing... but my dad ran from responsibilty, and still does... you can go over some of my prior posts (i just have to get this off my chest, search that with my user name) and see exactly what i think of him....

but atleast i have that... and even tho i HATE that man, i still hold those memories close to my heart... cuz i see what kinda father he coulda been... he wasn't scared to tel lme i was fucking up either... which i feel is important.. .you can't just be doing drugs with your son and blah blah, and not say something when they're fucking up.... i think back on it, and he was calm, collected and understanding (before huffing carb cleaner and getting back into crack) but at the same time, he wasn't going to just watch me make stupid ass decisions....



my mom on the otherhand is a whole nother story, which is why i said i would think twice but it'd be a diffrent thought process...

my mom hates drugs... hates them all... has no real reason to.. she just feeds into that propoganda shit... if you even mention weed in her prescense... she'll start going off on us (me and my brothers) nah nah nah nah i'll fucking beat your asses if i catch you doing it, id on't want that shi tin my house, blah blah fucking blah... there's no way she'd be ok with that...


o.0 but this one time, my aunt was driving me home (she's close as hell to my mom) lol she rolled up a joint (she wsan't the one driving actually, it was a friend of hers driving, she was in the passanger front seat) i really DID NOT EXPECT THIS... cuz no one on htat side talks about weed (now i think it's cuz they'r eall scared of my mom.. and she is A SCARY FUCKING BEAST OF A WOMAN) but she rolls one up, without me noticing, then i ~sniff sniff~ am i smeling what i think i'm smelling? she turns around and grins.... i dunno (stupid look across her face) do you think you're smelling what you think you'r esmelling... "well i dunno, but if i am you better pass that shit back here..."

lol i smoked wiht my aunt that day too.... smoke with family is like 10x better than smoking wtih friends... cuz no matter how close a friend may be to you... a family member who loves you, is going to be 5x closer.... it may be ackward at first... but even through the acwkardness, you start developing a bond you never knew was even capable...
slipknotpsycho Reviewed by slipknotpsycho on . Stoner mum still got it I read Jakez cool stoner mum story so thought i'd post my own. I've known for years that my entire mum's side of the family have always been hard tokers. My auntie stayed with the Maori tribe of New Zealand and smoked so much Maori Waowi she pissed herself. Anyway, so this is last year in my gap year. My bro has been visiting from Plymouth and him, my mum and I are all in the mini dropping him at the station. As we drive away, my mum starts complaining about her bad back, she'd had one Rating: 5