First Memorable Stoner Moment

A thread for the typical stoner... what a pot savvy thread: NICE!

Geez, I have many high and mighty accounts of being just a plain goofball in my early stoner days!

One story about 7 yrs back... during my 10th grade yr.... which was when I was first introduced to the greens... a few buddies of mine knew how to break into the footballs commentator room... and we would blaze ourselves silly with a 1ft bong that my friend somehow concealed in his backpack. While lunch ended and we all left and headed back to 5th period class. We all agreed we wouldn't ditch and stay in the commentators room as security might check it every once in a while... things turned frail as my stupid ass buddy decided to stay in their with some chik... low and behold they got caught and they ratted us out. I was reading a Shakespeares monologue and security opened the door as words from HAMLETS mouth sprung with anger! Security walked sternly in front of the class and said is "such and such here"... the teacher pointed me out and I took a little ride in the security golf mobile... he had my other gal buddy too... and he both knew was well... not that I was a troubled student... but the security guard was once a city cop in my city and he new my parents... as he attended the same church... Yes I know what a big coincidence! Anyway, he both talk to us and said if we had any paraphenelia on us... I had no mary jane but had a bic lighter and some dubby papers... we gave it all to him. We entered the principals office as he emptied are backpacks and found nothing! The security guard did the little old eye check with his small flashlight and said they're good principal! Low and behold we escaped that ordeal... it felt good getting away with that shit and knowing the fact that the security/ retired cop had are backs!

I now could never talk shit about the authorities

Thus why I don't smoke ganja on a typical basis now... maybe once a month at that!

My other stories will give proof of that

dgk4life said:

lol that sucks how old r u bro??

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Haha I'm 19, that happened when I was 17. It's all good now, the parents have pretty much given up on our weed smoking ways. Weed just can't be regulated.

Just last night I had a good one: My friend is graduating from college and getting a new job. He texted everyone he knew that smoked that he was going to have a "Senior Smoke Session" (like a senior barrel......with weed.) So me, my twin brother, and my 2 friends are all just getting out of the sauna when we all get that text. We all just say "fuck yes" and we all grab our dank weed. We do the session with all of our friends, good time. Now walking home up here is a big task due to always having snow and being cold as a whores heart all the time. It looks like a winter wonderland out here while were walking home, just pouring snow in the thickest slow-moving flakes you've ever seen. I was walking home (its about 16F out with 15" of powder) and I had the most intense chill come over my body, like I -just- wanted- to- run- as- fast- as- I- could- to- the- nearest- warmth-source kind of chill; it was bad. A minute later I see my brother just start shuddering inside that stupid-ass fucking coat of his and I ask him if he has that intense cold coming over him that you only get when high? He says "YES!" and we all start laughing because we couldnt believe they understood the description i told them.

TheGreatWhiteNorth said:

Just last night I had a good one: My friend is graduating from college and getting a new job. He texted everyone he knew that smoked that he was going to have a "Senior Smoke Session" (like a senior barrel......with weed.) So me, my twin brother, and my 2 friends are all just getting out of the sauna when we all get that text. We all just say "fuck yes" and we all grab our dank weed. We do the session with all of our friends, good time. Now walking home up here is a big task due to always having snow and being cold as a whores heart all the time. It looks like a winter wonderland out here while were walking home, just pouring snow in the thickest slow-moving flakes you've ever seen. I was walking home (its about 16F out with 15" of powder) and I had the most intense chill come over my body, like I -just- wanted- to- run- as- fast- as- I- could- to- the- nearest- warmth-source kind of chill; it was bad. A minute later I see my brother just start shuddering inside that stupid-ass fucking coat of his and I ask him if he has that intense cold coming over him that you only get when high? He says "YES!" and we all start laughing because we couldnt believe they understood the description i told them.

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I smell a stoner in the room

lol must say some of these stories have had me in fits for the last hour or so well here is myne

a few years ago i was living in nz and i was crashing at a friends house who was a big time stoner and she had just cured her harvest and asked if i wanted too get high so i thought fuck yea good weed good tv ill be couch loked before i know it well that dint happen i took 2 spots of some of the best weed ive ever smoked and after that i was wandering round her house looking for some thing i still to this day dont have a fucking clue what i was looking for that went on for about 2 hours lol

ndangerspecimen101 said:

I smell a stoner in the room

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Yessir, just living the dream

this isn't the first time I got high but more like the first time I got blazed.

I was chillin at my dealers house with two other friends. We had smoked a big ass blunt, 4-5bowls, and a fat spliff. I was gone. I remember just staring off into nothingness and my friend speaking to me. It sounded like he was a mile away or something. "Dude, we have to go" he said. I got up (very very very slowly) every step I took was an echo. I opened the door and a beam of light hit my face. It was like I was re-born and just took my first step into the world. They drove me home. I just chilled for 3 hours smoking cigarette after cigarette in my garage. I never got that high again. I guess my tolerance lever is just high, either that or I am just a broke mofo now.

One of my favorite stoner memories took place during the first semester of my freshman year of college; while I was attending a community college in southern Connecticut. This was the year that I became the pothead that I am. I just finished class and had to kill an hour before my next one. I decided I would head to the food court on campus to do homework or whatever. When I entered the small cafe, I saw my friend and two guys I talked to around campus. Mostly friends of my friend, you know? My friend said they were going to roll a blunt and cruise. He wanted to know if I wanted to join. I said, "Yes." Luckily I had a five dollar bill sitting in my wallet.

We went to the Shell gas station just down the street from campus and picked up the Dutch Master, cracked and rolled. I did not roll at the time but I was not seated shotgun anyways to take the responsibility. The guy that supplied the weed said it was White Widow. I was cool with it (who wouldn't be) because it was our first encounter (the White Widow and I). We four drove around the back roads around town. The problem was we didn't know the roads that well because none of us lived in this particular town. We actually ended up two towns south of where we needed to be. It was alright though because we were getting high. When we finished the blunt and drove around some more trying to get back, I felt like I was high but not super hurt. I equated it to the four people on the blunt.

We found our way back to campus and parked the car in the lot outside of the building I had class in. We got back just in time for me to get to class about a minute or two late. At that time I was still planning on going to class. When I stepped out of the car I finally realized that I was so hurt, like totally gone. The Widow creped up on me. Man was I a sucker! I found out later my friends had similar experiences. I started to think about going to class as high as I was and could not bring my self to do it. Instead I walked to the common room in the building and chilled with my ipod and my thoughts. That is one of favorite memories and I will never forget it.

I was on the back porch with a few friends was the first time I smoked. When I was about 15 my mom walked out and caught us when two ounces ground up on paper plates: bubblers and bongs and pipes and four blunts going around. My mom hit it and passed it to me and walked inside. About six hours later at 2:00am I was in the kitchen taking pictures of the walls and angles on the kitchen counter compared to the ceiling. I thought no one was home so I stood in the kitchen eating out of the fridge for about 20 minutes until my mom came down and told me to get my ass in my room. In the morning it was all good, we had a long ride up north and I slept the whole way.

One of my favorite memories. Lol. I used to be a very violent guy, like I did fights at my local gym, and one day I stressing before a fight so I smoked some Mary J. with my friend before the fight and when I showed up I didn't want to fight. For the first time in my life I didn't want to fight. Now I'm prescribed MMJ for my anger issues. Lmao.

Think we can get this thread going again?

Last year, I saved a bunch of kief from my grinder, dumped it in the cut off corner of a ziplock, folded it up, wrapped it in saran wrap and put it under the foam in my shoe. I was a waiter at the time, so I was on my feet all day, warming and pressing the kief. I wrapped it really well, and made sure that it was almost flat before I put it in my shoe, so I wasn't worried about the plastic tearing, or getting sweat in it, etc.

When I got home, I forgot about the kief/hash, and started smoking a bowl. I remembered it when I cleaned the bowl. So already pretty stoned, I packed another bowl, got it cherried and dropped the hash on top. The weed only burnt for a 3 or 4 hits, but I got at least 10 hits off of the hash!

Later, I was laying on the sofa with my laptop logged into a chatroom. Suddenly I realized that I had been staring at the screen doing nothing, for over an hour, and I couldn't hear! I almost freaked out, and tried to clean my ear with my finger. Then I remembered that I had listened to The Wall all the way through, got distracted when I went to put something else on, and stared for over an hour, and couldn't hear because I had headphones on.

Had a pretty good laugh after that!

†L† this wasn't my first, but I'll tell it anyways.

My parents had left the house separately, and I wasn't expecting either of them home till later that evening, (7pm EARLIEST) it was around 3pm. Me and 4 other friends took this opportunity to toke it up, rolling joint after joint. We were sitting their baked as shit, just talking about stupid shit, room covered in dense smoke, we had a window fan on, but it wasn't enough to clear the room. Out of nowhere the door pops open and its my dad looking at all of us, and we all froze like dear caught in headlights. He looks dead at me, and said "This is not going to work, everyone needs to leave now, Chris, come out here, and closes the door and leaves. We sat their, silent, looking at each other until one of us bust out laughing, and the rest of us did to. Then we all went silent with a scared look in our faces and they all left, and I had to answer for it.

That was 15 years ago, anytime I talk to anyone that was in that room that story comes up.

ststepen420 said:

id rather my kids smoke pot than drink. When my kids turn 16 im gonna straight up tell them daddy smokes pot if they dont already know and tell them if they want to smoke or drink than its fine by me as long as they do it at home. I feel like thats the best way to go about it because they are gonna get into it eventually and id rather them be safe.

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I agree with that. I've done more stupid things on booze I'd say. More dangerous things for sure. I'd prefer my daughter smokes a bit over drinking a lot.

That said...

I was trying to get out of a parkade after having purchased / smoked some ganj with a friend. He was staying at a hotel downtown just after having sold his house to go and travel. Anyway, when I left and got to the parkade I tried to pay for my parking while standing in front of the pay meter just in front of the exit. I thought I'd have to pay the ticket, and that it would print me a receipt / ticket to put back into the machine when leaving (some do work this way). It needed the weight of the car in order to work but I assumed it was broken because it kept spitting my ticket back out at me. High as hell, I waited for 20 mins for someone from the company to come down and help to get me out of the parkade. No one came and I finally figured it out - by this time my cost for parking had gone up considerably. I had 4 dollars in change and that was it. I pretty much trapped myself in there.

God I could literally read these all night, I love this kind of thread. Heres my story:

So hmmm which one.. Okay got it, so the first time I ever got high ( I was convinced after like 10 times of smoking I'd never get high) so we smoke this kids parents stuff that we stole in like 6th grade.. Out of this home maid water bong. Anyways we smoked 2 bowls, and I just got... Jesus way too high I still yet to this day have ever gotten close to that high. I was tripping my balls off. Anyways so these hardcore 'stoner' kids come over haha.. And I can't even ask straight, I was laughing like a giddy little girl the ENTIRE time. I remember thinking of watching elephants and giraffes getting along, and theyd hug on eacother in my head then Id say something like "YOUR GUITAR PLAYING IS MAKING ME SEE ELEPHANTS AND GIRAFFES BEING HAPPY!" Then to the laughing.. Then figuring out he wasnt even playing guitar. lol But then these kids have had enough of my being annoying apparently and keep telling me to shut the fuck up(they were asshole but hey we all were back then lol) And then, this big black kid who was there(everyones drug dealer) Id never talked to him in my life, but I felt confident. So he's telling me to shut the fuck up before I get punched, so I take this grass out of my pocket that I had put in there earlier saying 'ITS GONNA BE USEFUL LATER' and I say, 'you know waht I think of you kenny?' and hes like 'what?' And I say 'I THINK OF YOU AS GRASS!!!!!!' and I threw the grass in his face.

Needless to say. I dont remember much more except for a punch in the face. But hey, a good time haha

Oh god haha I just remembered this one time.. We were all on mushroomes (1.8 to be exact), and then like one of my friends thinks it'd be hillarious to scare us all with his halloween costume(He'd never done shrooms fuckin fag ) anyways so he jumps out all sober and shit, and I didnt even know it was him I thought it was a fucking monster. So my natural reaction BAM! popped him in the jaw so hard he fell over the couch and banged his head on the coffee table and there was blood and he was unconscience.. Then I was like NOOOOOO!!!! All depressed and evistated that I just killed my friend so I got down by him screaming and crying "THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!" And then he just goes "BOO!" And jumps up from his unconscience state freaking em the FUCK out.

Needless to say it was one of the best days of my life noa matter how much I convinced myself that ngiht it was the worst

God sorry heres another lol

So me and a buddy since 5th grade got really really high off this weed we bought at the rec plex which is some place to work out and swim and shit, we get our hands stamped saying were going to the gas station, so we go, get just high as fuck.. Just high... As fuck.. And go into the gas station to get food and a drink and I go to buy a drink and my friend antonio is convinced hes gonna steal this box of condoms so he sits there all guilty looking, like they KNEW we were stealing and being stoned so like I see the dude at the desk point at my friend and laugh about it with his lady co worker. Then we go up there(my friend antonio has EXTREMELY fucked up red eyes from even taking a hit of mids mind youl ol you know how some people are like that) and bwe buy that and the dude grins and says "Would you boys like chips or food.. Or food.. To go along with that.. Or food?" And we just BUSTED out laughing and said no because we were scared. So we leave, then decide, shit.. we need chips lol, so we go back there and try to buy chips and the guys laughing even mroe by now. Then hes like 'you gonna pay?' then we realized... 'SHIT we have no money anymore LOL!' And forever that man has hated high people Im sure.. He was just histarical so not really.. Ive never seen someone that close to tears from laughing

Fuck I keep reading these and getting more slap happy, but I think mine are pretty funny haha I just keep remembering all these good times.. Anyways so we were rolling.. More high though really (we'd smoked a LOT) We went through each indivisual headshop trying to find some fuckign k2 to try it (this was when the k2 thing was some big controversy) And we are at this little place. the dude is cool as hell telling us his life stories.. And me tripping was like "Damn his nipple looks really good I need to grab it" just in my head.. So he keeps talking, and I keep giggling.. unable to keep the laughter down anymore Im like 'shit I have to do it" So he looks at me, I look at him, he has this weird face like he was about to say 'wtf is wrong with you? lol' And I just grabbed his nipple and twisted as hard as I could bringing him to the ground, then I walked out of the door, with my shades on. Like a badass. Got in the car and just laughed and laughed to myself, then I see my buddies running out of the store cracking up too.. Oh god that was priceless.

I did not go back through the thread to see if I told this experience before, so pardon me if I repeat myself.

One day when I was about nineteen I was at a friend's apartment and there were three of us sitting around smoking hash. One of the guys dropped the bowl, and of course the has spilled out. He picked up the bits and we went back to smoking but the hash tasted a bit odd. My friend put a penny over the bowl to make the hash go out and then he dumped it in his hand and looked at it. He commented that there were more bits in the bowl than bits of hash he had originally put in it. The other guy and I looked at the hardwood floor and noticed small black/brown bits here and there and said some must have been picked up and put in the bowl with the hash when the pipe was dropped.

The guy who's apartment it was had a hamster and he let it roll around the apartment in one of those clear plastic hamster balls. When the hamster would shit while running around the apartment in the ball it's shit would fall out of the air vents in the ball and end up on the floor. Our friend had picked up some hamster droppings along with the spilled hash and thanks to that we ended up smoking a hash - hamster shit mix. Hence, the unusual taste.

lol dam brick thats terrible!I remember a time when me and 2 buddies were smoking some white widow after taking out 2 12 packs of beer between the 3 of us,we were incredibly f%ed up.I had this empty underground pool behind my house,and they started beating the hell out of eachother horseplaying and fell into the pool,fortunately there was some water still in itmaybe 3ft but it was full algae and dead frogs/lizards.Needless to say it was funnier as hell for me but they were all swampsquatched and stunk haha good times.