Drunk / High Thread
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Okay I've had some more of that EW 100 proof and I'm just watching Little Big Man. Which is not a porno, just a Dustin Hoffman movie which was revolutionary at the time but has aged about as badly as most of the movies Arthur Penn directed.
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So my friend accidentally broke one of my bongs, so he helped hook me up with this bad boy:
(And at only $42)
I’m telling you man, this thing is POWERFUL. Every time I use I get so high I start to feel physically uncomfortable at some point (though distractions help): even on a low-THC high-CBD strain, I feel like I took an atomic bomb to the chest (the strain I’m on right now is very nice when I’ve consumed it in smaller doses though).
(And at only $42)
I’m telling you man, this thing is POWERFUL. Every time I use I get so high I start to feel physically uncomfortable at some point (though distractions help): even on a low-THC high-CBD strain, I feel like I took an atomic bomb to the chest (the strain I’m on right now is very nice when I’ve consumed it in smaller doses though).
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Heh, reminds me when my buddy broke our first bong literally the same day we bought it. The downstem was unscathed, but we were both broke, meaning that we had to go through a lot of Gatorade/Water bottle bongs that semester.
Now that I actually have money, I should go to my head shop one of these days.
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I made the mistake of putting my previous one (a clear, cylindrical glass one with a Superman logo that looked like something out of the Fortress of Solitude) on the floor, where my best friend knocked it over. I agreed to pay half since I kind of fucked up by doing that. It's downstem also suffered no damage. TBH I kind of miss it now since it it's opening was big enough to put whole ice cubes in, and those things make your hits a lot smoother.
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My friend dropped it while stepping out of a hotboxed car, and cut up his hands trying to pick up the pieces while high off his ass. I was annoyed, but he's usually pretty exceptional when he's high, so I don't know what I was expecting.
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one time i got high in a cemetery with some friends and it took me a full hour to tell one short ass story about naruto or some shit
good times
good times
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My sister put some foul smelling bug treatment on her cat. It makes your hands smell like a greasy bordello.
It's also like impossible to wash off.
I get high and just want to pet the cat without my hands reeking.
It's also like impossible to wash off.
I get high and just want to pet the cat without my hands reeking.
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My husband and I like to get high on mdma and fuck for hours, sometimes he gets a limp molly dick tho lol.
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I self-medicate THC for gastritis almost daily, having a weak stomach sucks. Takes a lot of fun away from drinking, too.
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So, the craziest shit happened the other day.
I was at my parents' place when they were having over some of their friends (lets call them Terry and Lucy) who I had never met before but whom they knew since before I was born. They are a couple in their 60s, and my old man knew Terry from his days in law enforcement. When they got here, I went up to introduce myself and Terry dropped the line "Are you the dope smoker?". Now, my weed habit is not something that I normally tell people about unless I know they're into it too, and I was mortified that my parents had apparently told them about. I stood there in silence with my mouth agape, and everyone could tell I was visibly surprised. But it turns out, Terry and Lucy are into it too, I just did not expect them to be, so my embarrassment was quickly relieved. I ended up smoking a joint with Terry and having a great time, and he told some hilarious stories of he and my dad's law enforcement days.
I was at my parents' place when they were having over some of their friends (lets call them Terry and Lucy) who I had never met before but whom they knew since before I was born. They are a couple in their 60s, and my old man knew Terry from his days in law enforcement. When they got here, I went up to introduce myself and Terry dropped the line "Are you the dope smoker?". Now, my weed habit is not something that I normally tell people about unless I know they're into it too, and I was mortified that my parents had apparently told them about. I stood there in silence with my mouth agape, and everyone could tell I was visibly surprised. But it turns out, Terry and Lucy are into it too, I just did not expect them to be, so my embarrassment was quickly relieved. I ended up smoking a joint with Terry and having a great time, and he told some hilarious stories of he and my dad's law enforcement days.
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Bought some gummy bears from a edibles truck. Not generally an edibles person, but it was fun walking around Brooklyn and watching fireworks while high off your ass.
Older smokers are always fun. I remember smoking a bong with my friend's grandpa while he told us stories about being a session musician in the seventies.
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I already told this story in the School Stories thread, but it fits in here as well:
The first time I ever smoked weed was when I was 16 and a sophomore in high school. I ran with ghetto kids mostly, and they were into that kind of thing, so it made me curious as to what it was like. One day I asked my best friend Ziggy if he could introduce me to the art of getting high on ganja, so one Friday after school we went to our acquaintance Dizzy, who was a dealer and lived in the same neighborhood as Ziggy, to get some. Our plan was to get high before going to a meeting of our school's video game club so we could play video games high with our friends. I paid for a dime bag from him and he also gave us a makeshift pipe made out of a used inhaler with tinfoil over the top that had a hole poked in it. When we first lit up, we did it out in the open at the playground of the elementary school near where Ziggy lived, though nobody was there except for a casual acquaintance and a friend of his throwing a football around. Ziggy brought a lighter and took the first puff, showing me how it was done. He passed it to me, and when I tried to light it, I burnt my finger due to not having used a zippo lighter before, so he lit it for me instead. I had never felt anything like it before, and the intense burning sensation in my throat caused me to cough like a motherfucker. When the high hit and the burning sensation wore off, it felt like a religious experience with the sheer euphoria that I felt, like my mind just unlocked entirely new avenues of thinking that I would have never considered before. I felt extremely uplifted and confident, which meant a lot to a more shy, quiet kid like me to finally be able to exude the kind of confidence he always deep down wanted to.
Since me and Ziggy were going to a school event, we had to conceal the fact that we were high lest the teacher who ran the club (and who we really liked) found out somehow and got us in deep shit. So went into the elementary school to see if we could use the bathroom to apply these eyedrops that Dizzy also gave us. When we went in there there were a couple of middle age ladies minding the front desk and when we asked if we could, one of them said that although typically they were closed that time of the day, we could use it if we were quick about it. When we went in to apply the eyedrops, we were so poorly coordinated from the high that we had to take turns applying the eyedrops in each others' eyes. We went back to Ziggy's place to hang out in his room until his mom got back from work so she could give us a ride to the video game club event, which was a social setting where we could relax with our friends, eat pizza and snacks, and play video games. Amazingly, Ziggy's mom did not seem to notice that we were high (or if she did she didn't care). When we were waiting at the admissions desk for the event to officially open, a girl that I liked walked down the stairs from the level where the event was set up. Her name was Claire, and she was a really cute, slightly chubby girl with dark-colored hair streaked with her natural blonde, an adorable round face with a great smile, and a nice, juicy ass and thighs. As she approached the admissions desk I said "Heeeeyyyy Claiiirrree!" in sort of a gayish voice (it should also be noted I was talking a mile a minute in a relatively high-pitched voice, or at least I perceived myself to be). So I started talking to her and I noticed that I was a lot less nervous than I usually would be talking to the opposite sex. We talked about soccer, since she was on the school's soccer team, until the event started, we paid the entrance fee, and went upstairs to play some video games.
The rest of the night was a lot of fun. I played free-for-all deathmatch in Black Ops II with Ziggy and two of my other friends , and I mopped the floor with their asses (I got multiple 20+ killstreaks). Normally I'm not that great at COD, but I swear being high boosted my skills big time. Luckily me and Ziggy never got caught, although I definitely made myself look suspicious by devouring nine bags of assorted chips and at least eight slices of pizza. All in all, it was one of the most fun nights that I've ever had, and the best experience smoking weed for the first time that a guy could ask for.
The first time I ever smoked weed was when I was 16 and a sophomore in high school. I ran with ghetto kids mostly, and they were into that kind of thing, so it made me curious as to what it was like. One day I asked my best friend Ziggy if he could introduce me to the art of getting high on ganja, so one Friday after school we went to our acquaintance Dizzy, who was a dealer and lived in the same neighborhood as Ziggy, to get some. Our plan was to get high before going to a meeting of our school's video game club so we could play video games high with our friends. I paid for a dime bag from him and he also gave us a makeshift pipe made out of a used inhaler with tinfoil over the top that had a hole poked in it. When we first lit up, we did it out in the open at the playground of the elementary school near where Ziggy lived, though nobody was there except for a casual acquaintance and a friend of his throwing a football around. Ziggy brought a lighter and took the first puff, showing me how it was done. He passed it to me, and when I tried to light it, I burnt my finger due to not having used a zippo lighter before, so he lit it for me instead. I had never felt anything like it before, and the intense burning sensation in my throat caused me to cough like a motherfucker. When the high hit and the burning sensation wore off, it felt like a religious experience with the sheer euphoria that I felt, like my mind just unlocked entirely new avenues of thinking that I would have never considered before. I felt extremely uplifted and confident, which meant a lot to a more shy, quiet kid like me to finally be able to exude the kind of confidence he always deep down wanted to.
Since me and Ziggy were going to a school event, we had to conceal the fact that we were high lest the teacher who ran the club (and who we really liked) found out somehow and got us in deep shit. So went into the elementary school to see if we could use the bathroom to apply these eyedrops that Dizzy also gave us. When we went in there there were a couple of middle age ladies minding the front desk and when we asked if we could, one of them said that although typically they were closed that time of the day, we could use it if we were quick about it. When we went in to apply the eyedrops, we were so poorly coordinated from the high that we had to take turns applying the eyedrops in each others' eyes. We went back to Ziggy's place to hang out in his room until his mom got back from work so she could give us a ride to the video game club event, which was a social setting where we could relax with our friends, eat pizza and snacks, and play video games. Amazingly, Ziggy's mom did not seem to notice that we were high (or if she did she didn't care). When we were waiting at the admissions desk for the event to officially open, a girl that I liked walked down the stairs from the level where the event was set up. Her name was Claire, and she was a really cute, slightly chubby girl with dark-colored hair streaked with her natural blonde, an adorable round face with a great smile, and a nice, juicy ass and thighs. As she approached the admissions desk I said "Heeeeyyyy Claiiirrree!" in sort of a gayish voice (it should also be noted I was talking a mile a minute in a relatively high-pitched voice, or at least I perceived myself to be). So I started talking to her and I noticed that I was a lot less nervous than I usually would be talking to the opposite sex. We talked about soccer, since she was on the school's soccer team, until the event started, we paid the entrance fee, and went upstairs to play some video games.
The rest of the night was a lot of fun. I played free-for-all deathmatch in Black Ops II with Ziggy and two of my other friends , and I mopped the floor with their asses (I got multiple 20+ killstreaks). Normally I'm not that great at COD, but I swear being high boosted my skills big time. Luckily me and Ziggy never got caught, although I definitely made myself look suspicious by devouring nine bags of assorted chips and at least eight slices of pizza. All in all, it was one of the most fun nights that I've ever had, and the best experience smoking weed for the first time that a guy could ask for.
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I'm really stoned and watching Amberlynn Reid videos. She just said something like, "I don't need two seats at the movie theater, but I do like to buy two seats, just in case." I can't stop thinking about this. She's so fat...???
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I'm listening to Trout Mask Replica and I'm high as balls.
I feel like I'm having an aneurysm.
I feel like I'm having an aneurysm.
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