• Memorable Moments/Funny Stories
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[B]Why Make This Thread?[/B] I've been contemplating about making this thread for a while, but tonight I'm not being extremely lazy. Instead of me continuing to post my personal experiences and stories in the "Got Caught" thread I figured a separate thread would keep things more organized. That and I'm sure you all have some awesome stories to share. [B]Story One: [/B][I]"A Metaphorical Hotbox"[/I] [QUOTE]This story begins with my two best friends and I hanging out one Friday afternoon trying to plan our upcoming Saturday night; now before I go further I want to make it clear that it was very hard for us all to plan a night to hang since we each worked and always had busy schedules. So when we were able to plan a day to hang out and stay the night it was always organized to the "T" to avoid any mishaps. Our plans usually went like so: find out who all is hanging, find out how much each person is going to throw-down to buy the bud, who's going to buy the bud for the weekend, and of course, who's going to throw-down to buy food/snacks. Once we sorted all of that out I left and went to another busy day at work--extra excited for the upcoming weekend and a few days off in a row, which was rare. Saturday finally rolls around and I met up with my friend Austin at his house since we all planned to stay the night there; about thirty minutes later our other friend Zach shows up just as eager as the rest of us. Zach and I brought our computers over for some LAN games and such and as we're setting our PCs up Austin breaks out the the bud (3 Good Sized Nugs)--and oh my god it was beautiful; the strain was Lemon Diesel with a super dank smell that I could bathe in--there were so many crystals you could swear it was covered in sugar. The computers were set up, we stashed the bud for later, and then we went off to the local grocery store so I could buy some snacks. By the time we got back it was around 11:00pm so we decided it was time; we all lined up and climbed out of Austin's basement window as to not disturb anyone upstairs, and we head for my car. I recline in the driver's seat, Austin doing the same in the front passenger, and Zach laying across the back seat as each of us takes to our ritualistic tasks. My task was to prepare my tobacco pipe, Austin prepared the bud and de-seeded it, and Zach would make sure the windows weren't cracked to ensure ultimate hotboxing abilities. Once I finished loading the pipe's bowl with a light amount of tobacco Austin packs the top with the ever-so-tasty Lemon Diesel. I take the pipe's stem to my mouth and Austin passes the lighter as I spark the first bowl. I take in a monster hit as I pass the pipe to Austin--to which he does the same and so does Zach. We all sit there holding the smoke for a good few seconds and all release with a cool relaxed sigh causing my car to instantly become foggy. We each take hits until there isn't even an atom left in the bowl, marveling at our amazing job of hotboxing my car. I decide to put on some music as we all relax and talk--now that's my favorite part about smoking weed--the social fun of sitting with friends and enjoying what each of us has to say, whether it be funny, absurd, or deep and personal. Within 30 minutes the three of us are pretty high and having a great time talking and listening to our favorite songs. After a good bit of time we decide to clamber back through the basement window and game for a while; this is when I discovered how impossible Bad Company 2 really is. For a couple hours we snacked, talked, gamed, came up with stoner ideas, and waited another couple of hours before we smoked some more. At around 3:00am we decided to walk for a bit, since it's pretty rural a walk at night is always peaceful and very enjoyable while high. After about 40-60 minutes we get back to my car and fire up another bowl. The car quickly fills up with thick smoke as we progress our high. Now this is where the funny/shit-your-pants-with-worry moment happens. As we reach the phase of our smoking where we just chill while listening to music and talking when we all notice the front porch light flickers on and the door creaks open. The three of us literally freeze in shock as we see Austin's stepdad walk out side. In almost instinctual reflexes I turn off the music and we all just sit very still. The comedic part is that the three of us were in synch, as Austin's stepdad walked down the steps and over to his car to get whatever he needed our heads all followed. Luckily it was still pretty dark out so it was hard to tell if he saw the three of us sitting there stoned as fuck. We quietly argued amongst ourselves as to what we'd do if he spotted us and then the moment came to where he looked over at my car and started walking toward it. *Ignition Click* I quickly start the car and throw that bitch into reverse to get us out of the situation. From what we noticed his stepdad didn't care, and just went back inside. Our excuse would be that we were heading to the store to get some cheap microwavable food. We could all tell how hard our pulses were, and we drove for about 30 minutes to kill time until we got back, which when I think about it in my sober mind, it would probably be better to get caught by his stepdad than be arrested for DUI and possession; but hey, we got back safe, it's just that the drive felt like hooooours. To our surprise his stepdad didn't mention it to us, he had simply went back to bed and fell asleep. By around 6:00am we all crashed and passed out. Overall though we had a great time, and it seems that every time I smoke with my friends we always have close calls like that.[/QUOTE] So that's my first story and I look forward to hearing some from you DD regulars.
[quote]this one time we smoked weed and a fucking platypus came out of the ground[/quote]
A few months ago, me and my cousin were smoking on the stairs in an apartment complex. So we're about two bowls in, and it's my cousin's hit. As soon as he starts exhaling, a customs officer walks around the corner, and my cousin pretty much exhales the smoke right into his face. If you don't know, customs officers have uniforms that are really really similar to that of a police officer. At that point, I was pretty much liquid-shitting brick houses, and I kept thinking "OH SHIT FUCK DAMN I AM SCREWED". But then he just asked us to let him go up the stairs, and we obliged. Afterwards, we found a new place and smoked a couple more bowls. fin
[QUOTE=Glitch360;33033746]A few months ago, me and my cousin were smoking on the stairs in an apartment complex. So we're about two bowls in, and it's my cousin's hit. As soon as he starts exhaling, a customs officer walks around the corner, and my cousin pretty much exhales the smoke right into his face. If you don't know, customs officers have uniforms that are really really similar to that of a police officer. At that point, I was pretty much liquid-shitting brick houses, and I kept thinking "OH SHIT FUCK DAMN I AM SCREWED". But then he just asked us to let him go up the stairs, and we obliged. Afterwards, we found a new place and smoked a couple more bowls. fin[/QUOTE] Holy shit my insides would turn to jelly and seep right out of my ass.
my friend and I were in a forest toking it up behind a theater (at night) but we saw something fly in the air (most likely a plane) so being the stoned dumbasses we are we just booked shit because we thought it was aliens or something and we were looking down a trail at that point so we could "see" the aliens coming towards us. this other time behind the same theater we were toking, we went in the theater to go see a movie, we did that but when we came out I dropped my drink on the ground (one of those two piece cups with a top and the cup, I grabbed onto the top) so I just stared at it for about 5 seconds then looked up at my friend and laughed. then we just walked away. same theater again, saw the social network with 2 friends (didnt understand the movie for fuck all) and went through like 3 large buckets of popcorn, therefore when we left there was popcorn fucking everywhere. this is when I had some sour diesel, fun times.
[QUOTE=dr.bean;33041174]my friend and I were in a forest toking it up behind a theater (at night) but we saw something fly in the air (most likely a plane) so being the stoned dumbasses we are we just booked shit because we thought it was aliens or something and we were looking down a trail at that point so we could "see" the aliens coming towards us. this other time behind the same theater we were toking, we went in the theater to go see a movie, we did that but when we came out I dropped my drink on the ground (one of those two piece cups with a top and the cup, I grabbed onto the top) so I just stared at it for about 5 seconds then looked up at my friend and laughed. then we just walked away. same theater again, saw the social network with 2 friends (didnt understand the movie for fuck all) and went through like 3 large buckets of popcorn, therefore when we left there was popcorn fucking everywhere. this is when I had some sour diesel, fun times.[/QUOTE] You make watching movies at a theater sound so much funner. :v:
To put it short, me and my friend ended up sleeping on the floor in the middle of a common dog walking path, and I kept staring at these dog walkers wandering past us looking confused
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;33042769]You make watching movies at a theater sound so much funner. :v:[/QUOTE] I don't think it was me, my guess it was the mary jane, but maybe it was who knows [editline]1st November 2011[/editline] but yeah it was fucking fun
First time me and my 3 best friend got high we did it at my friends house and somebody had just bought the new Playstation Move (its kinda like the wii for the ps3, but hd and better) and after a few tokes all 4 of us virgin lungs were high as fuck. We first tried playing rockband and failed horribly but we played on no fail mode and i felt like i was System of a Down's lead guitarist as we played Chop Suey. Anyway we move on to play the playstation move's version of "wii sports" and i started frisbee golf. Now im pretty good at frisbee, we all used to play ultimate frisbee every weekend. So i got to the later stages of the game pretty quick while high. For some reason i was soooo much better while blazed. Even though my balance was slightly off i was sinking birdies and eagles in. Then i came down to one of the final opponents, Jackson, the token black guy. So in the last map he pulls of some bullshit birdie shot that totally looked like he broke the game, and me always making the racist jokes said, "This nigga! Breaking the laws of physics cause he's black!" and naturally we all died laughing. Its become a quote that we say every now and again when we hang out, a stupid inside joke that we will never forget. i feel the majority of the funny stories i had arent going to translate well over text since its how i manipulate my voice and gestures for some of my quotes that really make it funny, also most of them are, "you had to be there man" like most funny stoner stories.
I was trying to tell my friend a story about macaroni salad I had spilled the last time I was high after smoking fat bowls and I just couldn't say the word "macaroni". My brain was like "just say macaroni" but all I could say was "pasta". Every time I said pasta I started laughing so it got to the point where I was just saying PASTA SALAD and laughing a shit ton. Then another time I tried to convince my friend to make me a burger on the grill and after I said this whole narrative on why it would be good, he turned around, looked at me, and hummed the Batman theme song really loud and we both died laughing. I don't remember anything else from that day.
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