Propaganda wrote:Stepped on my own balls... (don't ask)
We have a winner!!!!
im sorry but i have to ask, i mean just pondering what possibly could have occured has made me laugh for about 10 min so i want to know the real story.
I think he was sitting cross-legged and somehow managed to get his nuts below his foot...and then stood on them....
Just curious how long does it take you to put in a dash every time? Im sure it would be quicker and a lot less likely to piss most of the people off if you would just type normal. Only a suggestion.
cutthecashflow wrote:Just curious how long does it take you to put in a dash every time? Im sure it would be quicker and a lot less likely to piss most of the people off if you would just type normal. Only a suggestion.
no kidding
"Why drink and drive while you can smoke and fly?"
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Last night I came home from work and went directly to my room to smoke a joint. Actually, I smoked a joint right after work when I was outside playing with the dog, THEN I smoked a joint in my room...anyhow.
I ended up getting totally buzzed when my ma yells down the stairs, "Hey Keith, The Amazing Race is on!!"
"Oh shit", I whisper. Every Tuesday night I watch the Amazing Race with my parents. I have to go up and watch or else they're going to think I'm being 'moody'.
So I trot upstairs and go into the fridge. Mmm...lemon meraguine pie. Oh baby. I cut me a big ol slice and a big glass of milk...kinda like the scene from Natural Born Killers...where Mickey gets a slice of Key Lime pie and a big ol' glass of non-fat milk.
Anyhow...I sit there watching the show and really enjoying it!! Then my mom starts sniffing the air around me. "Do you smell woodsmoke?", she asked. "Nope, nothing here".
Then about 3 minutes later she says, "You weren't smoking in your room again I hope?" She means cigarettes. As far as they know, I don't smoke pot. I'm completely trashed in front of my MOM of all people. My dad is pretty cool, but my mom is a real nosy person.
"Well, you smell like woodsmoke or something." she says to me. I tell her it's probably because I had just had a cigarette outside and the house next door was burning their woodstove.
I was safe. She didn't ask me anything more.
(I'm pretty sure they know anyhow. My dad being an ex-cop could smell dope on anyone I'm sure. He probably knows and doesn't care.)
I threw a sobe bottle at my friends car window when I was right next to it, shattered the hell outta it. I was trippin out, cost about $250 to fix, kinda sucked. Other than that, like 3 or 4 bongs have been smashed in my group of stoner friends.
*EDITED to make readable on this thread since it's fucked up*
Oh god, i've gotten the party foul flag a few times.
The most memorable (tho in a bad way lol) was when I was organizing a gravity bong party for my floor.
This was earlier this school year (fall semester, 2004). Anyhow, I get everything ready,
1'wide x 2'long x 2'tall plastic trashcan full of water, a crazy grapefruit soda bottle that had
a cool shape. So, like 8 of us are getting stoned as hell of this thing, and I sitting on my friends
bed with the trashcan right in front of me on the floor. I turn around to pack another bowl on
the desk, but I was so stoned I was subconciously shifting my weight more than I thought,
and I didn't even realize that I kicked my legs out as i turned on my side. All of a sudden,
there's a huge commotion, water all over my friends carpet, it sucked. Gravity Bong night
#2 also got fucked up because we were smoking out in our lounge, knowing that the
RA on duty could check on us sometime. But, he had just been there like 15 min ago so we
thought we were safe. We were, but to a paranoid stoned mind, we weren't. We took
toilet paper and made a cool kinda entrance thing, hung a bunch of sheets from the ceiling to
cover the entrance to the lounge, but this was a bad idea, because when I peeked out once,
I saw the RA coming down other end of the hall. Instead of watching what he'll do, i grabbed
the g. bong and threw it out our 13th floor window, lol. Turns out he didn't even make it to
our lounge, turned halfway and went down the stairs.
My Stoned Art - PsYcHeDeLiC :)
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the day after a 3 metal festival, getting up at 4 pm, which means i got about 6 hours of sleep in 4 days. feeling totally mashed up, going outside, sit down in the garden, making the dumbass decision to light one up, falling asleep with a half burned up joint. and waking up to see your whole legs covered with ash. apperently a newspaper started burning on this garden-table with a mazed deck so everything fell tru.
