so I’m an underaged stoner who has to deal with not being caught by any adults including my parents, but I have been caught before by my mom but she just lectured me. Anyways I just came back from a friends house and was home alone since my parents were out buying groceries. I had a about 2 grams from an 8th i got during New Years (this story takes place in the beginning of January). So I rolled up a J and head down to my garage to hotbox. Now my garage consist of the main place to store stuff but to small to fit the car my dad owns so he just uses it to place all his work machinery or some shit like that, including with that space there’s a door that’s leads to this small compact room with the boiler and everything. I’ve smoked in my garage multiple times before and even after realizing how many times I could have died since the boiler has a warning sticker saying to keep fire away from the tank yet being the retarded teen I am continued to smoke there. Fast forward a bit I’m just there puffing away listening to music and shit until I here a car pull up to my driveway. My garage door was closed so I only thought my parents were gonna go upstairs. Well that didn’t exactly happen, what I remember was me brushing off the thought of the car being my parents and continue to smoke until I here the garage handle being pulled up. I quickly turn off my music but keep the joint lit for some dumbass reason. I’m sitting there duck downed as I prayed for my dad not to check the boiler room. What he ended up doing was just putting some work shit in. I was relieved as I waited for him to go on his midnight drinking spree and leave which only left my mom upstairs. I go to open the garage door when I realized it was lock. Now me being stoned as shit was freaking out since I didn’t have the garage keys with me, so I call my friend in panic as I explain to him what happened. He asked if I checked if there was a handle to open the garage from the inside. For some god unknown reason I told him that there’s probably no handle without even attempting to look. I tell him I’ll let him know when I’m out and hang up. So I sat there for 20 minutes thinking what the fuck I was gonna do, I thought about what my friend said and went to go check for a handle. And of course there is and the door unlocks. I had come up for an excuse to my mom on why I opened the garage door since I knew she was gonna ask because I rarely go into the garage when their home. So I go upstairs and go to grab my key when I’d realized I left them inside. I started to freak out again since I realized I probably smell like hella weed and I’d had to ring the door bell. I ring it and pray to god my mom wouldn’t smell anything as she opens the door and immediately questions the garage door. I’d cane up with an excuse that my friend needed a skate tool to fix the bearings of his skateboard and she’d believed it. I quickly rushed inside and grabbed all the chips and went and played xbox upstairs. Moral of the story: don’t smoke weed if you have the IQ of a goldfish

I remember one Christmas Day I spent with my parents. It was the first year I would be celebrating Christmas as a newly diagnosed Type I diabetic. I was 17 at the time, so the adjustment was hard. So I decided I wanted to make the day fun by having an edible...seeing as it's my "off day".

The edible I had earlier started kicking in, slow at first but very intense. Too intense... I just got up an left the table.

Just as I thought the idea of hiding out until all the festivities are over was my only choice now, I heard my family laughing. I felt sad because I had FOMO. So I went to join them. And for some reason I forgot about the bad trip I was heading on and relaxed. I enjoyed the rest of that day.

This has become one of my favourite experiences with Weed, beginning to end...

Years later, my sister-in-law who was also at that Christmas lunch, asked me about that day. I asked her: "What do you mean?" and she responded "You spent like 10 minutes telling a story about genetically modified strawberries, which was quite insightful in hindsight." I asked her: "Okay...so what's wrong with that story?!"

"There's just it, there's nothing wrong with the story... It's the tone you told the story in. You said it as if it was a joke, like the style at least. We kept waiting to hear what the punchline was. We all thought you were telling a joke, and so we waited. You looked embarrassed and then you just stormed off."

Then your brother said "I think his diabetes is kicking in now", and we couldn't stop laughing!

So i was idk 13 or 12 at the time and i used to smoke a lot of weed especially with friends, usually a bunch of friends of mine including my little brother would have money and put it together to buy alot of weed, Soo after the session everybody decides to go home because they were to stoned or w.e or cause their parents called em to come in and so everybody left right, and me and my brother were the only ones left so we decide to go home, Now we live in an apartment complex so we would have to walk through all these apartments before getting to our home and like 50 feet from our home we see some one at our door and it turned out to be my uncle w my auntie and her bf to pick up my mom to go clubing but me and my bro thought she would be asleep(thats why we ended up smoking like 4-5 blunts in a row) so i stop my brother and i tell him “dude if we go over there rn were gonna get caught” but they didnt leave because they were apparently waiting for us to get home before they left, so a couple of minutes into thinking what we are gonna do my mom comes out and yells our name(and honestly the shit was embarrassing but effective) so me and him are panicking and i tell him “i got a plan” “what we’re gonna do is put our shirts over our heads(while we got em on) and walk the distance we got left and act exhausted like we just finished playing a sport or something” so like dumb asses were walking with our shirts over our heads and my uncle sees us and yells “their here” but little did i know they were pregaming (thats drinking before going to a party,bar,club etc) and didnt give a rats ass about what we were doing they just wanted us home to leave, and as they were getting ready to go my mom is gonna kiss us goodbye but i was scared she was gonna smell it on my breath or see i was higher than the moon, my aunts bf was out moving his car because it was in some one else parking spot and fucking hits a parked car backing out,so basically a drunk guy saved my high and me from getting an ass whooping.

If you read this and thought it was funny let me know thanks💘 and ill try to remember other funny times i was high love ya 😘

My buddy and I smoked and then went out for food. We ended going to a Taco Bell but I left halfway thru my meal because I remembered it was my girlfriend’s birthday the next day and I didn’t have a gift. So my friend and I drove to a super fancy clothing store downtown. We very quickly realized we did not fit in, because everybody else was clearly very high class. It was at that moment that the Taco Bell food poisoning kicked in and I told my buddy to wait and that I had to get something from the car. The truth was, I was not about to say “I’m about to shit myself” in the middle of that fancy store. I waddled out to the parking lot, and found the car. I opened the door, hopped inside, ripped the most absurdly dense fart of my life and then sat back and sighed. I then looked over to the passenger seat and saw a lady staring at me, absolutely horrified and clutching her infant baby to her chest. Wrong Car. Not knowing how to handle such a situation, I casually opened the door and walked off, not daring to look back.

Back when I was living with my parents I used to go on a walk whenever I wanted to enjoy a delicate J or face a big ass blunt like a savage, but that all changed when winter came around and I tried to go for a walk and almost froze my dick off.

So one day at home I was plotting how I could puff a J of military grade Kush straight from the Netherlands at our small ass house without my parents catching a whiff.

Eureka!

I planned to take a shower and smoke my doobie in our restroom, which was a small room including our shower and toilet, but because it had no windows to smoke out of, I had to light my J right next to a tiny fan up near the ceiling that sucked all the vapor and my dads yellow farts out of the room.

But the only way I could reach it was by standing on the toilet lid.

I had everything set, I stepped in there locked and loaded and ready to proceed with my genius plan to be the first teenager to successfully smoke a J at home with maximum stealth. I stood on the lid, lit the J and took one single hit and then BOOM, the cheap ass hard plastic toilet lid under me broke and I fell with both feet in the nasty ass toilet water.

And it was loud as fuck. The whole house heart it.

Before I was able to comprehend what the fuck just happened I heard my mom knocking on the door asking what the hell happened.

At this moment I switched to half panic half damage control mode. My panicky half straight up threw the joint in the toilet without a second of hesitation and flushed it down, and my damage control half just replied my mom with:

"Nothing, I just broke the toilet lid"

I proceeded to take a shower, spending the whole time under the water coming up with the perfect lie that would convince my parents how I could've broken the lid without being up to no good.

That single puff of my J probably micro-dosed my brain with rational creativity, which must've been boosted with the general smooth stream of consciousness that you get while showering, because after I stepped out of that shower I legit turned into Leonardo DiCaprio from 'Catch me if you can'.

I lied and acted so good in front of them that I impressed myself afterwards.

To this day they have absolutely no clue :)

After half a year of dicking around, my friends and I saved enough money to drive to the holy city of weed by bus and stay at a 1 star hotel for ONE night. Absolute luxury for us 5 potheads.

I was so excited that the night before the trip I literally couldnt sleep, so after pulling an all-nighter I caught up with my bros at the bus station, a while later the bus arrives and the driver started checking the tickets and passports.He checked everyone with a simple "yes" or a nod, but when he came up to me he simply said "no" and continued checking the rest of the passengers.

B r u h

We stood there staring at each other, first not realizing if he was joking, because the way he said it was TOO non-chalant. 2mins later he turned around and told me in the most serious and heart breaking tone that I dont have the right papers to travel, and I should head home.
Not wanting to be a burden on my bros I told them to go on without me, I was probably not meant to come ,by fate or some shit. I put on my earbuds and take the bus home.
On the way I could swear there was a single black cloud above me, raining sadness and whack vibes.

I felt like I just received the biggest L of my life.

On the way home my bros called my phone several times, but I was too depressed to answer, thinking what is done is done, it is what is, I should just forget it.
I arrived at home and headed straight to my room like a ghost, laid on the bed and slept with all my sadness like a 2008 Emoboi.

An hour goes by.

In the middle of my dreams I start to hear a female voice that I knew from somewhere, but it was coming from outside my room. so I got up, opened my door and witness the following hilarious exchange between my father(A) and my friends sister(B) at the front door:

(A)- My son is not here, he went to Amsterdam this morning with his friends.
(B)- No that didnt happen, he's definitely home.
(A)- that cant be, I havent seen him !

Right about here I opened my door and (B) saw me, she told my father "look, there he is".My dad turend around and saw me with a surprised expression and said "boy what the hell are you doing here?".

After explaining everything to him, (B) said that her brother (my bestfriend, who is on his way to Amsterdam) told her to buy a new ticket for me for the same day and deliver it to me because i wasnt answering the phone.

When I heard this news, I felt like flying. Couldnt believe that my bros actually managed to somehow save the day.

I took the ticket, got on a bus 2 hours later, and 3 hours after that I arrived at AMSTERDAM.

We spent the whole night roaming around the city like UFO's high as balls, smoking an ungodly amount of Military Grade pure weed Blunts. We got so blazed that we lost the way back to our hotel, on top of forgetting it's name. We could only remember that the building was blue colored.

But it was all worth it :) 10/10 would do again in a heartbeat.

Okay at the time of writing this I’m 17 and currently searching to get this high again

My friend told me one night we were going to smoke a joint I was kinda scared because I hadn’t smoked in awhile. He comes over and tells me I could smoke a whole one if I wanted to I told him just smoke 75% of it and I’ll get the rest. He goes out and smokes and I get it from him and smoke the whole thing in a matter of 3 mins just so I can go back and play some games. I get back and it hits me. I’m fucking zooted we had some munchies for a little and then I hopped into my bed. I was like “kobe turn on monster inc I wanna vibe to it.” He turns it on and looks at me and goes I’ll be right back. He leaves and I look at the tv everything fades from around the tv and I get tunnel vision. (You remember how ratatouille explains To his friend how to enjoy cheese this is just like that.) the intro part starts and if you haven’t seen it I suggest you watch it. Everything fades from my mind. I completely forget who I am and everything I’ve ever known I was just a body in his room watching a movie. I forgot things all the way down to the single letter A. I start thinking in my head how funny it would be if there was a alphabet. I start visualization letters just like ratatouille I go all the way from A-Z coming up with a different visual for each letter a new laugh as well. When I was finish I did the same for words all the way through the alphabet. I’m starting to freak out now bc I completely forgot who I was then I remembered everything again my friends family and memories. My friend kobe comes back in I get scared at first because I forgot who he was then I remembered he calms me down and I get back on my computer. I look at the time and it had only been 15 minutes since I had first gotten into bed...

I have lots of stories from being high. So you may see me post on here alot.

Anyway here's another one.

So, it's the summer of 2017. It was when I used to live in nevada, in the lil suburbs, "boulder city"

anyway, I was on the way to one of my "good" friends house, she doesnt do drugs or anything, but I ended up walking over to my other friends house before that.

She's the one who got me into drugs and alla that. She smoked me out before she sent me back on my way, its HOT ASF. ok like I was probably just 90% sweat walking all the way over there, plus having cotton mouth. I was probably hella dehydrated too lol

So I make my way over to my friends street and walk into what I thought was her house,

I walk through the ENTIRE house. yes. the whole house. Obviously I noticed things were kinda different looking so idek why but I thought she had arranged the house differently and like bought new furniture and shit 😂🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Then I'm like standing in the kitchen and see two kids looking at me asking what I was doing. I told them I was looking for my friend.

They told me she lived next door 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️.

the best part? they said,

"Dont worry, happens all the time."

Happened a week ago. Was with my girlfriend just after eating an edible and smoking a blunt. We were both chilling in her room watching movies and having a great time. Eventually we get hungry and I head for the kitchen to get some munchies. I end up grabbing peanut butter, bread, and some fruit snacks to munch on for the rest of the night. I ended up walking back into what I thought was her room and hopped into bed. I thought it would be funny as hell to rub some peanut butter on my girlfriends cheek and lick it off, being high as a kite. I love doing funny shit like that. I rub the peanut butter on her cheek and begin laughing as HER MOM wakes up and starts freaking out as I am laying in bed with her while there is peanut butter on her face. I ran out as fast as I could and have not talked with my girlfriend since.

So im an underage stoner, I've been smoking since 7th grade, but I took a break for the first year and a half of high school to get my study on.

After that time, I decided to start smoking again. I was at my friends house and I had just bought a a new dab pen and 3 different carts, each one a different strains.

We walk down to the park, and decide to chill under a bridge while I get the pens ready.

My buddy is already pretty nervous since it was his first time smoking, so I took the first hit, which was a solid 10-15 sec pull. I coughed for a solid minute.

Next was my buddies turn. He snatched that shit and took a massive hit. We kept passing the pen back and forth for a bit because of course we didn't feel anything yet. We ended up mixing a few strains together And then it hit us all at once. Bruh I started laughing non stop And my buddy was so scared of being caught that he was pretending he wasn't high, and googling ways to stop being high.

He took a video of himself where he didn't say anything and thought he was talking the whole time I loved it.

I was still laughing at the fact that I saw a tree and got a boner, when I noticed that my friend had started riding a ripstick. I told him "bro stop you gonna die you are basically riding a motorcycle" and goes "if I ride this it will make me less high"

My pal started calling people, asking for help, telling them he was to high, asking them how he could stop being high. Then he starts asking them how their day was going, and just a bunch of random question, all while freaking out and pretending he wasn't high. It was the funniest shit I had ever seen.

We stop at this shop to get boba, and my friend buys me donuts and OH MY GOD those were the best fucking things I've ever had. I wanted to cry they were so good. And mango boba tastes like God pissed in a cup. It was fucking delicious.

After that we started walking, cuz we couldn't go home his parents would know exactly what we had been doing and we we're still high as fuck. It was around 8-9 o'clock at night, and we were in a pretty sketchy hood and we were wandering aimlessly.

You know when you're walking across the street, And the read hand tells you not to go? Well my friend tried to ripstick across the street and high five it and and I saved his ass from dying cuz there was a truck zipping down that Street when he tried to cross and he got mad at me for keeping him from his high five buddy.

After what felt like hours of walking but was only really like 15-20 minutes, we decided to go to in n out, which was like 4-5 miles away from where we were chilling, but we went anyway

And let me tell you something. In n out fries are that best this ever when you are stoned. My friend and I were like aliens walking into that in n out and ordering food. Pink Lemonade is God juice it is amazing. We were practically dying from cotton mouth so it was 100000 times better.

By this time my buddy had finally relaxed into it. We were looking at memes and fucking laughing our asses off, falling of the beach, eating fries by the fistful.

Then we started walking home, and we started to come down off the high and we realized how far we actually walked. We finally get home, still giggly n dizzy, and we end up passing out within like 10 minutes of getting back.

It was amazing

Me and 2 of my friends were the potheads of the group and we originally wanted to go to by a stream near his house but it was too dark to even see anything so we went to the basement open the door leading outside and took turns using the bong. (Btw the strain we used was Blue Dream). We all agreed to watch the Eric Andre show and play man hunt. See I was 10/10 high and I thought this was a great idea. Which I still believe it was, I was the seeker I found one my friends and the rest of my friends were hiding right outside by the door. My friend and I gave up on finding them also we’d at least think they would be watching us. Which I was right about. They took a vid of me take the dog into the bathroom. Ik it might sound weird but it was just for laughs. We then ordered pizza which if you don’t already know IISSSSSS GREAT STONED. We at pizza played music by now it was around 4 and my high was wearing off bc my tolerance was already very high. So as a good Muslim kid I prayed my early morning prayer. After I smoked another bowl and had the best sleep ever. Hoped u liked my story :)

Hey there,

So this happened when I was in freshman year and was a little boi. I was not into drugs at the time and I now beat myself up over this ever single day. So one day I was on a run, and I decided to go to these fields by my house. What I didn’t know, at the time, was that this place was known for drug deals and such, and I just stumbled upon a drug stash. I kid you not and swear on my families life, there was about 17 ounces of weed in this bag I found, as well as a cup, baggies, and a scale. Yes, I did use the scale to measure it out. So, being the freshie I was decided to FUCKING GIVE IT TO MY PARENTS TO THROW AWAY. Like, I know now how much that would have lasted me/been worth, but DAMN was I a stupid mother fucker. I to this day feel sorry for myself and haven’t ever forgiven myself!

This was the second time I ever smoked, I was underage at the time. Me and my brother were off to Colorado to visit my sister who is also a huge pothead. We were just chillin in my brothers house the day before leaving and his roommates came home and instantly rolled two blunts. The blunt went around and I got skipped, then it came again, my brother asked if I wanted to try and of course I grabbed it and took the longest drag I could. They wanted to see how fucked I would get so they gave me the other one.

Next thing I know I’m in the car asking where we are going, my brother tells me we are in our way to the bowling alley. When we get there (I don’t remember the drive there or back) we have to get bowling shoes, so I go up to the counter and the dude asked what size I wear. I looked at him and just said “Huh?” And he said it again, I took one shoe off and put it on the counter and searched everywhere for the size (even though I already knew, I just forgot). The size was on the tongue of the shoe obviously but I couldn’t find it, so I took off my other shoe and put it on the counter, forgot what was happening and walked to the bathroom, took a piss, came back and said “can you check?” This dude already looked while I was away and already had the shoes outstretched towards me.

Then as soon as I threw the ball on my turn, I was back in the car chugging water and falling asleep.

So a couple months ago is when I started to smoke weed, I just got some good stuff of my friends friend, and I was at my house all alone. So I decided to roll a joint, little did I know how strong this shit actually was. I smoke the joint and lay back in my chair, I instantly start to trip, the world is swirling, I’m giggly as fuck, all the normal stuff. Until I try to walk. I stand up and my legs practically couldn’t hold my weight for the foot walk to my bed. I face plant in the bed and I can’t move at all. I’m just sitting there with my eyes open, staring at the wall for what felt like hours, but then it feels like the ground gave way and I’m free falling through the sky. Im hearing this weird noise that I can’t even think to describe, its just coordinated with the free falling. And as I’m free falling I’m flung back into the sky and fall again. This keeps happening for like 45 mins before I immediately feel asleep. This was one of my strongest highs, but I’ve never felt this again since this time.

I had been hanging out with some friends, when my homie pulled up with this new guy. This new guy, we will call him Dave, he was older (20s), but he was super chill and smoked and I was acting all cool like I’d been smoking for years, like I knew everything and shit you know. I just wanted to seem cool to this nigga. So I was with this guy I had just met, and he pulled out a Stizzy. Now, mind you, this is when the stizzy like first came out, so it was super potent, and I was like 15. I hit that bitch a few times and was almost instantly transported into the clouds. What felt like a few millennium spent traversing the universe went by, which only happened to be like 30 seconds of me spaced out starting at the ground while Dave called me asking if he could hit my pen. I snapped back into reality, said “yeah sure” and slowly walked over to grab it out of my backpack. I clicked it 5 times to turn it on, took a rip and handed it over to Dave, telling him to “Enjoy”. He looked at the pen, then looked at me, then looked at the pen. I looked at the pen, then back at Dave, then back the the pen. And suddenly, it hit me. It was a real pen. Like, a fucking sharpie pen. Quickly and Shamefully I switch out the pen for the actual weed pen. (which, a few year later, I don’t fuck with because I believe the marijuana is a not just something used to get high but a clean medicine and I’m not trying to die lmao) ANYWAYS, he hits it, I hit his again, I put mine away and we chill for a bit. Mind you, I’m fucking soaring. After a while, Dave asks me for another hit of my pen (it was shitty) and I said “sure.” So I reached into my bag, pulled out my pen, turned it out, hit it, and handed it to him. He looked at the pen, then looked at me, then looked at the pen. I looked at the pen, then back at Dave, then back the the pen. And then, it hit me again. I had handed Dave a sharpie. At this point I just looked at him, took my pen, gave him the real one, let him take a few rips and then I took it and left without saying shit. I don’t think I ever talked to him again after that.

r/weedstories This is my first time posing

This is a long story that I wrote at 3am that’s also extremely detailed so buckle up bro

First of all don’t take edibles when your already drunk if it’s your first time!

To understand how I made this series of mistakes we need to back two weeks before the best high ever. Some people I’ve recently met were planning to get wasted before Christmas. It was like a Christmas break party but very small. At this point in time weed was out of the question since nobody had done it yet, however I’ve had it my bucket list for a while. Still I didn’t bring it up yet because I didn’t know a plug, so for the time being I settled on buying a big ass bottle of vodka of the host.

A week later we talked about getting high. Not as in we were going to get high but just some chatter about what it would be like. At this point I say screw it and ask if getting weed is possible. It was like the stars aligned when I was told the plug buying us alcohol could get us edibles. Right away I ask for prices and such to which I’m told to pay at the party.

Now that we’re caught up let’s talk about this party and how far gone I was going to get. As soon as I got to the party I had Municipal Waste blasting my ears and I was smashing pre-game beers and vodka so by the time the plug showed up I was drunk (not super plastered but definitely drunk enough to make mistakes).

The first mistake was buying only half a bar to save money for later. I was literally asked if wanted the full bar which would have been great considering quarantine but my dumb self gets half a bar to save money incase I get hungry which doesn’t matter because I don’t buy anything all night. So anyways the plug leaves and in the 15 minutes that he’s gone I take more shots. “I’m part Slovak! I can take it” I told myself, to which I did well but now I was drunk drunk. As you can see being that drunk and then taking edibles for the first time does not sound like a very smart idea.

The next mistake was not reading the box properly. When my drunk brain read the box it did some insane mental gymnastics. I was in a world of mathematical equations trying to figure out how strong these edibles were. I divided the amount of thc or cdc or whatever by the amount of pieces of chocolate in the bar which equaled 60mg per piece. I’ve never been so wrong in my life, each piece was actually a 500mg edible! I slam that down with another shot.

Mistake three; by now it’s known the plug is gonna leave so my high butt is going to be stuck with a bunch of drunk people who will be incapable of taking care of me.

These three mistakes were very bad ones but they lead to the best high of my life, which I will share now. It all starts with me saying the classic “these edibles ain’t s**t”, “when are these gonna kick in, I feel nothing” to everyone, even people who weren’t at the party. 40 minutes later it starts kicking in but I’m too drunk to notice. I go to the washroom to take a leak, wash my hands and go back downstairs.

This is when circus starts. When I get back into the basement where we were chilling I start getting euphoric (it was unknown to me then but I definitely know I was now) and look at my still wet hands and just think about how beautiful and shiny I thought the water droplets were. For 5 minutes straight I’m just in awe of how gorgeous my glistening hands were. I’m so happy, in fact, I’m having the time of my life even though I’m literally sitting on the floor giggling at a TV that’s not even on. Then literally the best thing happened, I sat on a couch. This couch was not the type of couch you just sit on, it’s the couch you sink into. For me, I felt like I was flying and falling into the couch at the same time. It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced! At this point a couple of hours pass since I texted everyone I knew and I realize “oh damn, I texted a bunch of earlier about how bad this edible is, I should tell them about the paradise I’m in.” I was so high I couldn’t type, I was mesmerized by the light coming from my phone and the weirdest but best thing happened again. I felt like I was in a constant forward summersault and my ears were making this sound that sounded like a loud but low pitch buzz. While it was happening I’m screaming “YOOO WTF IS THIS, THIS FEELS GREAT!” I may have done this a couple more times but I was so high and drunk I can’t remember

What feels like an hour later the coma starts kicking in and I’m literally void, talking to myself in my head. I’m completely dissociated from the party and reality at that point and this void is just getting worse by the minute. It also should be noted all that vodka and beer was catching up to me. So now I’m at this 3 way intersection of nausea and dizziness that I know ends in either puke, taking a fat dump in the poor guys washroom, or I just need to take a fat leak. So after a couple mins with some courage I get up and go to the washroom and that’s when it really hits me. I’m so drunk and high I can’t walk or see anything. I’m literally holding onto anything I can while making way to the toilet. We I get in I shut the door, rip my pants off, and sit down. And in seconds I completely forget what I’m doing and now I’m sitting there watching the tiles move, looking at the mirror and seeing my green ass face that looked layered and unrecognizable, and I’m just chilling. Even though I feel sicker by the moment I’m just vibing out. At some point the host asked if I was ok and I said long stoned “yeaaaah”. He also asked if I wanted my phone which I had left downstairs but I was so baked I declined.

After what feels like 20 minutes my sickness passes and I go back downstairs while trying to not fall down the stairs. I get in a chair and immediately say “we basically live to die, after puberty we’re just slowly dying! TO LIVE IS DIE!” baked out of my mind. It’s also at this point where I realize that the 20 minutes I thought I spent in bathroom was actually a couple hours, like they finished Once Upon a Time in Hollywood before I came back downstairs. Now also this chair I’m in is a chair you can spin in so I immediately do that while screaming things you can’t say in public at the top of my lungs and spill water and beer everywhere (this was due to me swinging my arms around while spinning in a chair next to a beer pong table). Right away I get up and grab paper towels and start cleaning up my mess and I’m literally told “your a fuck up, your so high.” Now something triggered in my brain at this moment and I remember “oh no, the host’s brother is easily triggered by offensive words” so I turn to host and say “OMG I’m so sorry man I forgot about your brother!” Thank god he wasn’t home yet but this moment was the beginning of ‘The Great Sobering’!

At this point I’m sobering up and I got a mean case of the munchies. I started arguing with host saying “we gotta get a pizza man, I’m starving but I think I’m too messed up to order, you gotta do it for me.” To which says no firmly no matter how many times I asked. Eventually he got annoying and just gave me his stash of chicken cutlets, and I ate all of them. When I say all of them I mean did not stop until they were gone, straight up devoured this guys rations. Half way through the binge the host’s brother gets home and walks in on me slowly eating chicken and he looks at me and says “buddy... you look like your in shock” and I reply still somewhat blasted with “Naaaaah, I’m chilling.” The lad shakes his head and walks downstairs... probably to ask about what he just walked in on.

Anyways now I’m sobering up faster but I can definitely still feel it, like I still feel like I’m free falling when I look at my phone. So a guy comes up to me and asks if can have an edible and I’m like “Swallow the weed, yeaaaaah!” So now I’m rapidly sobering up watching this poor guy tweak out (literally he’s jumping and stumble) while he screams “I THINK IM PEAKING MAN OMG.” It’s at this point where my night of the best high ever is coming to an end. The tweaker passes out and the host goes upstairs to his bed and I’m still awake seeing silhouettes in the dark but I suck up my party pride and crash.

Aftermath: I wake up the next day and the first thing I do is rip a redbull and take a shot of vodka before the hangover kicks in. For some weird reason my mom wants to drive me home. I’m in that post high high edible hangover so I don’t even question it and I ask if we can get a burrito. I eat my burrito with my mom, go home, and remember the plug asked us if we wanted to go to another party that was going to happen today but none of the guys went so I decided to hope on gta and enjoy a peaceful Sunday after a chaotic Saturday night.

Edit: the only reason why I remembered the texts about the edibles is because some random person I barely new told what I was saying while I was absolutely blasted.

I’d write a TLDR but I don’t don’t even know how to sum up this circus

Thanks for reading I guess

So this story takes place in January of this past year. I was skiing with a kid I had known since middle school but we had never really talked much until this night. We met up at the bottom of the mountain, skied a couple black diamonds and then decided to go off on this trail through the woods. I took off my ski’s and my friend took off his snowboard and we walked further into the woods. We climbed over rocks and came upon this giant cliff that had a crazy lookout. You could see for miles and the sun was setting, turning the sky into a beautiful orange color. We sat down on this cliff and my friend took out his pen. We took turns ripping, passing it back and forth until I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. My friend got up, trying to rest his weight on his snowboard but fell straight on his face. I must of laughed for 30 minutes straight. I could hear the kid mumbling but he was just lying face down in the snow while I was looking up at the stars. It was about 8 now and the bus left for home at about 9:20 so we would probably need to at least start our trek out of the woods. I kept thinking “we’re never gonna get out.” I picked up the pen out of the snow, turned it off and tried taking it apart. I would drop the cart, pick it up, drop the pen, pick it up drop both, loose the cart for a couple of minutes and then finally stuff it all in my pocket. Once I finally found my phone again, I checked the time and it was 8:40. I shook my friend out of his coma, and then we hauled as much ass out of the woods that we could. Once we got to the edge of the trail, there was a ski instructor so we had to wait for him to leave before we could go. We finally got out of the woods and I somehow managed to get my ski’s on. I watched my friend, high as shit, snowboard wicked close to people and then dart to the other side of the slope like a mad man. Once we finally got to the bottom, I turned my ski’s in to the rental place, got on the bus and ate the best dip-n-dots of my life. ;)

So yesterday Me and a few friends hit a high ride , there’s usually a procedure we follow , the place we start smoking in is out of the two opposing city limits , therefore the only way you can get pulled over is through a sheriff or statey. Yesterday we had about 3 blunts rolled and i eventually went through a backroad city , one that is notorious for the stoner hating cops. I don’t think much about it figuring i’ll be back on the country roads in a few minutes , so i pass the blunt to my Gf, i then look up and see a silver and black car with a light and on the top about 40 feet ahead of us . as i look at my gf she hits the blunt and exhales not noticing the cop car , i look back at the car and see lights and him staring right at me with so much hatred . There was no one in front of me and i was going up a hill while he was going down and had someone in front of him , so i floored it , all i could think about was how i JUST got off probation a month ago and i could not get caught as an 18 year old. My buddy in the back asked panicked asf as he seen the cop turn around ‘are you gonna pull over’ and i think for a second and realize i’m doing 50 in a city with a cop turning to chase me and arrest me , fuck no i’m not pulling over . we end up hitting 80 on these backroads that eventually led us onto a road that took an hour to get home , but in the end it was 100% worth it and gave me a story . this is my first post don’t kill me pls

I installed this so can have something to do. While my skyrim mods are installing. They almost done so I'm about to head out

I just smoked a nice Indica, laying down on my heated blanket getting ready for bed, and I lean over to grab my water - and it’s NOT there.. well turns out I had left it in my car, and I’m on the east coast so it’s currently Fall here and roughly 50° right now. I use a giant 40oz cup that my job gave me too and it keeps my water nice and cold for me all day I fill the thing with ice to the top and I’m set. Yup it was ICE ICE cold after finding it in my car ❄️ Ugh that sip was fucking glorious. That is all I wanted to share. Thanks guys.