[QUOTE=Pr0vologne;15908232] this huge whoosh of like relaxation just shot out through my body and then everything seemed so much larger and greater than it was.
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This is why I love weed food
it hits you like a brick
[QUOTE=Anthrax713;15904809]What story?[/QUOTE]
If I could find the last couple of these threads I could copy and paste it.
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Found this old thread about the [B]mong[/B]. Brings back memories.
[url]http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=518290[/url]
Still can't find the other threads, but I'm probably just searching it wrong.
Literal rofling with 3 friends, don't even remember why we were laughing. Good times.
Only time that tops it was this year's 4/20. Absolute silence bar for the sounds of nature, just starting away into my yard (surrounded by the yard of our neighbour, but it looks more like a forest if anything) while the cats were just chilling in the sunlight, and the dogs were playing (but far enough away to not be obnoxious and loud). Everything just came together so nicely... It was the closest I've ever experienced to a perfect moment.
A close friend of mine checked up on me the night of 420. She asked me to come along with her; I asked her why, she simply said, "You'll see." We met at a local store; she was dressed in sleep attire. She wasn't even wearing shoes or anything. We went on an adventure. We walked through different neighborhoods on different streets, toking it along the way. We reach a playground and we finished what she had left.
My legs turned to jelly and we laughed at the moon. Good shit.
last night when i was camping in the woods with a few mates
i'd been wanting to try weed for quite a while
it was fun as hell
happy and relaxed as fuc, and we were all laughing at "mushroomomon" for like an hour which was something that randomly popped into my head. it was basically pokemon but all the pokemon, buildings, and characters were mushrooms
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like this fella from mario
[img_thumb]http://www.pippoburro.com/mailart/images/gallery/sent/heather_dawkins/decos/mario_mushroom.jpg[/img_thumb]
The first time I smoked weed was with my step brother in my back garden, the second time was with my step bro in an alley. I didn't get high either time, the time I did get high was with some strangers in an alley. Me and three mates were walking up the road, and three people across the road crossed over, asked us if we smoked weed, my two mates hesitated and I said occasionally which wasn't really true, one of my mates did we'll call him KP for his initials and the other GL had never touched it. So the strangers said "okay let's go to bum rape alley" I was a bit worried at this point but I thought whatever and followed them. When we reached the alley they rolled a spliff and sparked it, we passed it round once and I started to laugh, I had my next 3 pulls and my laugh turned to a cough mixed with a laugh. GL had to leave so we said bye and the strangers left too, KP had to go to the train station and left too so I was alone. I was worried about being attacked, I thought this must be the paranoia people talk about, I don't live in the nicest of areas. Here's something that happened recently, [b][url=http://www.gmp.police.uk/mainsite/pages/361236993C188687802575EC00431811.htm]I live about 30 seconds away from that park.[/url][/b] Anyway I walked to the train station with KP, I had two ways to go home, I could go the top way or the bottom way, the bottom way was the train station, I walked to the train station with KP and met somebody I knew, but he was walking the top way, so I turned around and walked with him. KP was leaving at the train station anyway.
I don't really know MC (the person who I just met) well but I got to know him really well in our 3/4 minute walk, I asked so many questions. MC had to leave and I still had a what should be ten minute walk. It took me 30 minutes to get home from there, when I got home, I went on the computer, listened to some music and talked to some friends on MSN. The music sounded great but I was starting to feel really hungry now, so I went downstairs got a lot of food and went back upstairs and watched a film. After the film I fell asleep. The next day I woke up feeling great, I went on msn and decided to talk to GL, he said he was high too but I could tell he was lying, he told me he thought a bollard was chasing him. I've seen him high a couple of times since and when he's high he just crashes out. That was my first time smoking weed and I really enjoyed it, I smoked it from there on every weekend for a month, then I started to smoke a lot more, I went through £200 in three weeks.
I hope that made sense I've been awake all night.
[QUOTE=MrJelle;15986107]a perfect moment.[/QUOTE]
I had almost the same thing at a friend's a few weeks ago..the 4 of us got blasted the night before then had a wake n' bake. We're kind of a band..kind of not. Anyway, two of the guys are absolute genii on the geet. The guy whose house it was brought down his twelve-string and another acoustic. They sat there in the sun doing flawless renditions of Stairway to Heaven and seamless transitions to songs they'd *apparently* never played before =P after that I just sat there with my iPod and cried at the beauty of the world XD oh boy.
[QUOTE=Tendercrisp;15809430]story[/QUOTE]
Ahh good times.
Edit: Zuhhh on-topic le temp first was with my ex. She smoked a lot (too much, I told her..incidentally the worst mistake of my life to date and the one thing I regret ¬_¬) and every time she would offer me a toke, I'd always refuse =P I forget the reason but I decided to go for it one time. I was always staying the night so her mum had gone to bed we were just sat in the lounge. Coughed like an SOB. I didn't *FEEL* that high..I wasn't blasted, but meh. Rofld. We tripped ourselves out with the dodgy fluorescent light in the kitchen and fell asleep watching inane cartoons. Bodacious times.
My first time was a rip off, but it was fun nonetheless, even if I didn't get stoned.
8th grade. Good memories.
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My first REAL high was with my cousin. He had come to visit us since we had just moved to Florida and he wanted to see our new house. At around 8 or 9 at night, we snuck around the corner in our backyard and he asked if I wanted to hit it. I hit the blunt a few times, but the third time was fucking intense. Turns out I hit it too hard and started coughing like a bitch.
We heard my dad starting to come outside so he put it out, hid it, and we jumped in the pool (while I was still chokin on my breath). We said hey to my dad and starting playing around on floaties and shit, just having fun. When my dad went inside I let my cousin know that I was supersupersuper baked and couldn't really do much. I went to the corner of the pool and relaxed. Minutes felt like hours and when I tried to focus, I would disappear into the depths of my mind. Imagination and reality were having hardcore sex in my head and everything turned into a dream. I remember I kind of had what felt like hallucinations. I couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. We rushed to my room when he realized how toasted I was. Afterwards we played saints row 2 and ate a FUCKLOAD of snacks.
Three strong hits of a blunt and I was so high, I couldn't tell reality from imagination. That was my first time being high, and I have never been that high ever again. Even after smoking entire blunts, I have never been so stoned. And his shit wasn't laced or anything either. I was just a weed virgin and he had some top quality shit.
Hope you can read all of my story, I think I wrote too much.
[QUOTE=Uprising901;16111764]Story[/QUOTE]
Ah blazing must be great in FL ^^
grade 9
i was with my brother and a few friends, and we went behind this store.
smoked from a pipe made from a friends dad (cool).
we were on our way back to school, and my friend kept going "YOU FUCKING TRIPPING YET?" and stuff.
i was fine... didn't feel a thing.
smoked one time after that, didn't feel anything either.
first time [i]high[/i] i was with my friends and we smoked a joint together, it was a fatty, with good shit. i ended up walking home at midnight baked. there was a guy behind me talking really obnoxiously on his phone and when he hung up it sounded like he was running towards me, so i kept looking back. then he [b]vanished[/b].
i woke up the next day with a bowl of pasta beside my bed. i remember eating chicken nuggets.
Haha that sounds pretty sick! ^
I sat watching my brother and his friend play baseball on his ps2 for like 2 hours, the whole time my legs were shaking and I was paranoid hoping they didn't notice.
Was at my friends, we used his brothers mini bong.
I remember just sitting there playing Pokemon blue, good times.
His parents found and smashed the mini bong the next day. :(
[QUOTE=Whats This?v3;16139268]Was at my friends, we used his brothers mini bong.
I remember just sitting there playing Pokemon blue, good times.
His parents found and smashed the mini bong the next day. :([/QUOTE]
you mean his [i]mong?[/i] :v:
I had just gotten done working a shift at subway when this guy I work with calls a guy, and we closed at 10. But this guy he called comes in at like 10:15 when we're cleaning up and shit, so they do a really obvious handshake, and the guy gives him a cigarillo.
So my friend rolls a blunt in the backroom, and hands it to me, and says, "Let's go." So we went out back and smoked it, then a few minutes later, I go to the bathroom to check my eyes and see if they're bloodshot, and then I come out and my friend had drawn red lines on "Jared's" (the fat guy who became skinny cause of subway) eyes. So I started laughing like a motherfucker and that's when it hit me and I turned around and went (I will never forget these words):
[B]"WOAH. So this is what it feels like to be tripping balls."[/B]
And then my mom came to pick me up and I had rubbed onions over myself so as soon as i got in the car she went, "Oh my god, you stink!" and I was like fuck I'm busted, then she went, "like onions!"
:) good day.
Nice thread, but I doubt OP was actually high when he wrote the thread. Sorta doubtin if he even has toked before. Anyways, TL;DR Nightmare Before Christmas+Ex-GF. Nuff said.
1st time i smoked weed I didn't get stoned so I don't count that as the cherry popper. My cherry popper was a half oz. with the dealer and a couple of friends. The dealer was sort of a dick while driving he started burning out and hitting like 70 and I was a little terrified. But in the end he dropped us off at a stop n' shop and I bought everything. It was hilarious because the cashier girl was cute and she knew I was baked and we had an awesome talk.
I was a wee lass in the Dominican Republic, my cousin came into the room with a ceramic kitchen bowl. I was like "What's that" and he replied very casually "Weed." and ignored me. He then led me to the bathroom and said "Hey, take the stems and seeds out." He was banging some chick in the other room the time, right outside the bathroom door. I swear to god though, that was a lot of weed. My first hit was from a joint, rolled by me, on a penthouse balcony in the Bahamas. Shit was so cash.
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Yeah I'm bragging, deal wit it.
[QUOTE=Nick Nack;16197492]Nice thread, but I doubt OP was actually high when he wrote the thread. Sorta doubtin if he even has toked before. Anyways, TL;DR Nightmare Before Christmas+Ex-GF. Nuff said.[/QUOTE]
wat is weed i dont even no
Read my other posts
For a long time, i've been thinking of something to put in this thread, becuase to but it simply, I don't think i've "Busted my marihuana nut". I'll post my most memorial time.
So one time, it was a friends 16th party, and it was in a field by his house. Me and my mate went halves on a eighth, for the party. Also brought 3 litres of cider with me. So, we turned up to this party, had the DJ decks, lights, smoke machine, the lot, but it was still light, didn't look like nothing amazing. People were camping, and some girls who wanted to scab our weed said we could hotbox their 2 man tent. So, [b]5[/b] of us went into this [b]2[/b] man tent. Haha.
I rolled up 3 king blunts, as I was the only person who could roll... So, we passed around the first one. Lit up the second one, as I was lighting, my mate said he wasn't happy with the 3 girls toking our weed, I said its fine, they can smoke mine, not yours.... (:P), so we given them a bit of the 2nd one. Last one they were getting carried away, so I said "smoke the air now", and me and my mate smoked the last one ourselves.
Went outside, slightly darker now. The majority of my friends were sat on the grass, talking, they dont smoke. I walked over to them, didn't feel blazed, and one person goes "You're stoned, aren't you?", not very pleased. I couldnt help but grin, and then I knew I was. Time went on, smoked some spliffs, drank the cider, it got dark, loved raving for what seemed like hours... Then left, went back to my mates and slept at 3am... Had work at 11am.
The weird part was though, sleeping on my mates sofa, I was staring at his door which had glass windows in it, and a small red LED from a PC was shining through, and somehow my mind warped than into someone leaning against the door holding a fag... and the red light was the cherry. Weird.
tl;dr went to party, smoked blunts, friends disagree, get fucked, rave, sleep, weird visions.
Thanks!
6th grade...
i thought i was mature enough, i geuss i was.
Planned on having some kind of party because my parents were gone and just to be ironic (I'm not one to party) and the party instead ended up at my best friend's house because his sister was already throwing one. Before everyone showed up, me and three other friends just kind of hung out. I really didn't plan on doing any drugs because I really didn't want to do them, but my curiosity was getting to me.
One of my friends who is a big druggie says that he's going somewhere and would be back in a little bit. My best friend figured what he was doing and told him not to let Pepin have some (he knew I wanted to try it). So we went out into the woods and I didn't know what to expect. Took a few harsh hits out of a pipe, and didn't feel anything. 20 minutes later, just light headed, everyone was a good bit disappointed. They left and me and my best friend just played beer pong until the party started.
I had never consumed alcohol before so I had no clue what to expect. Drank a bit over 6 beers, played some beer pong, didn't feel any different at all. I became a bit frustrated. There was a pretty cool guy who came up with a plan to allow himself to smoke in the basement (smoking weed there wasn't allowed in the house). He acted like he was terribly drunk and got everyone except the people he wanted in the basement to leave him alone. My best friend told him that I had never been high and he told me I would be getting some big hits. He made some homemade pipe or something from a 2 liter bottle and gave me two or three massive hits. I didn't feel anything, and after it was all over I went up stairs to continue playing beer pong.
[B]And then it hit me.[/B] It was like a ton of bricks, my mind had been transported somewhere it had never been before. I felt as though that stylistic type smoke I see in some pictures made perfect sense with what I was feeling. More or less, I was associating weed with a certain art form. A lot of my thoughts really didn't make any sense.
I didn't think I was feeling any effects from the weed. Really this was just because I didn't know anything about weed, or alcohol for that matter. I thought I was drunk, and not high, but I really didn't have a clue what was going on. A good portion of my conclusions contradicted conclusions I made a few minutes earlier. Once realizing that, I decided to stop thinking.
My state of consciousness was completely different, nothing like I had ever felt before. My vision seemed very different, I felt like I was in a game with a bit too much HDR. There was a 5 second delay between my actions. For example, I would try to say something, and then observe myself say it 5 seconds later. Playing beer pong was very challenging and I either did excellent or awful. I sat down for a little bit and the couch just felt amazing. I'm guessing it is similar to feeling textures on ecstasy.
I found that I felt a lot more normal if I walked around, and I really don't know why this worked. It was like this for my first couple highs, walked around made me feel more sober. I think I may have half finished a beer, it tasted pretty nasty, and someone offered me some strawberry alcoholic drink and it tasted pretty good. Eventually my friend told me I should lay down upstairs and I did.
Woke up that morning and I felt amazing. I felt so good and energized. I remembered a lot from the previous night, but I didn't exactly remember what it felt like. I could describe how it felt, but I couldn't emulate it. My first high was pretty uncomfortable, but I just went with it and it was more interesting than fun.
I'll sometime post the story about my second high. The only reason I decided to get high a second time was to see what it felt like to be high, and because I was still thinking that most the effects were from the alcohol. I definitely found out that I was high, and my second time was just as crazy if not more crazy than the first.
My first time I went to my friend's house and me and 3 other guys sat on his porch, they spent a half hour explaining it to me and then we smoked some. I got flashed by their asses so many times, they'd be like "hey look" and i'd look cause I was high. THen they'd kick me in the ass.
All in all, a really fun time.
EDIT: Last night i told someone over msn to "have a nice bed"
They sound like annoying friends.
Oh, and also, I've got a lot of 6's in my post number.
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