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this one Time i got really stoned thread.
my friend stole a couple of ounces off of his dad once, so we ended up meeting up in the morning to smoke a couple of joints before school. for about an hour and a half we kept on smoking. i got to school early and did my homework from the night before. my homework had been to colour in a map of the world (grade ten socials...man i loved that class). so while i was doing a test in the first class i pictured in my head a blue pencil crayon going back and back...back and forth. this made me puke in the classroom. i went home sick, and a rumour went around that i drank the chocolate milk in the caf.
who else has "this one Time i got really high" stories? |
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Ahh the early highschool marijuana adventures...
One buddy of mine went out at lunch and smoked a few chongers with friends. These were our days of just getting into it and I think he smoked a whole three grams or something. Anyways we were in math class, me in the back, him in the front, and I could see our teacher keep glancing over at him. Then he started swaying a little bit. Finally the teacher inquired as to why he was green. Upon hearing this he got up, booked it out of the class, and ran for the bathroom. Unfortunately he only made it as far as the other door for the class, which was closed. Everyone heard the technicolor yell, and eventually it started to seep under the door and into the class. Class was then cancelled. Another time, still in the experimentation stages, a friend and I went on a smoking spree over luch break. We smoked a j, boxed a car with some other guys, and then smoked another. My next class after lunch was social studies, and we had a midterm which I had forgotten about. From what I've been told I wrote the entire thing, also green in the face, with my head about 2 inches above the paper. Apparently friends with spares were hanging out outside the class watching me do this. I made it through, and, feeling pretty good about my accomplishment, went to the band room to have a nap. It was then that I discovered that my buddy, who was unaware that he was allegic to pot, had stumbled into the middle of the school foyer and passed out in a heap on the ground. Everyone knew what was up and I was scared shitless the rest of the day that I was going to get busted too. Turns out I didn't, and I also wound up getting 89% on the test. It was at that point that my love affair with Mary Jane commenced. |
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Back in the day some crackhead down at the quay traded me 2 ounces of shake for a smoke. Needless to say smoking shake is wrong on too many levels. This was when the brownie factor came into play.
Already being stoned like a yak, a couple buddae's and myself made some brownies only to find out we didn't have a whole lot of brownie mix. No matters though, the brownie mix went into the food processor as did the 2oz of shake. It made 8 brownies, do the math. So next day comes about and we're sitting in math class in second block. It was a boring class and i was hungry. down goes one brownie. down goes brownie number two. By 1230 i was absolutely cheezed, not only this but it came to my attention there was a band concert at some church in burnaby. Sure enough, trying to play my bari sax, couldn't get enough spit. That and the page of music started turning colours on me. nothing else, just the sheet. it was uber fucked. went to bed at 330 in the afternoon. woke up at 10am the next morning still stoned. those brownies were the shit. |
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1 time, my friend was filling up this 2L bottle up with smoke. he was using a bucket bong/gravity bong (the smoking method that requires a pot or bucket of some sort, put a bottle with end cut off etc) it was so filled with smoke, it looked PACKED solid with smoke. it was a huge bowl too, then i took the hit underestimating it. it was the strongest most painful hit i've ever taken, and from shortly after the hit to 30 minutes or so my memory was completley blank, i can't remember anything in that 30 minutes. haha, damn that was fun
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i never really like weed until just recently, after i gave in to a roomates constant "comon, comon, comon"whining each and every morning and after all meals. weed realllly screws me up prob more than most drugs effects on me. i thought might as well itll brighten up this boring sunday afternoon.
ill never forget it, i had promised to be my friends "bitch" for the day aka "slave" or whatever else u wanna call it because she had payed for my ticket to lucid dreams the night before. so after the joint was smoked she asked me to make her coffee and soup, fill her cats water bowl, and i felt bad for the 20 ppl she had invited and ditched in her living room while she was with the cool ppl in her bedroom, so i decided to spark up some conversation. in the mean time i hadnt started the coffee at all, the water for the soup was overflowing, i think i almost started a fire in the meantime, i had let the door open accidentally and i think i let her cat and dog runaway, oops. :284: then the phone started ringing and then she was wondering where her coffee was, shit. :284: and the conversation: WHAT CONVERSATION!??!!? it was alll these ppl making fun of me because i was telling stories or should i say attempting to, i was going off and in mid-sentence i got lost, every 2 minutes, it was pathetic. those ppl had a right to make fun of me i deserved it, but after all and in the end, it was fucking hilarious....... :hehe: |
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lol... ive had lots of adventures while i was stoned.. liek for instance.. this one time it was at skool the first couple months i started blazing.. i was walking to the smoke pitt at pinetree w/ my best friend and she had jus gotten outta her cooking class so i was munching on a piece of pizza she had made... neither the less.. i didnt watch wher ei was goin and me being soo ripped.. i tripped over this thing ont he ground.. and i fell in front fo every1.. lol.. BUT.. luckily i didnt let the piece of pizza drop on the ground.. and i announced it to every1.. got up and ye laughed bout it......
this other time the first day at skool.. and firts time blazing w/ my maple ridge girl.. we went to chill w/ her buddy in Coquitlam.. and he had killer chron.. i dun even remember how much we blazed.. but all of a sudden i started gettin dazed.. and then my body started twitchign uncontrollably and usually wen im stoned i twitch.. but not to bad.. this time it was liek MASSIVE CRAZY twitching.. lol.. and apparently i started saying "i .. dunno.. wuts.. goin.. onnnnnnn " all stuttering and shit and i finally sat down and waited til it stopped... i think it was a mild seizure.. it was soo hot out to.. and ye.. lol.. lemme tell ya this memory will never leave me..:|.. i got lots of others.. but to many to type.. lol |
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i could go on for days about stoned stories.. my big one was in like grade 9 or something i was smoking bud with the older gr11's, so obviously i wasen't going to turn down tokes once i was already really high.. needless to say i floated around school some how ended up in my cafeteria class, i was absolutely retarded... eyes were so red it looked like i got punched in the eye, the teacher was asking me what was wrong with me and i was like "i have the fluuu, buuuuut....... i can still wash the dishes" then he stared at me weird, and i very very slowly turned away and walked off, as i was washing the dishes, i fell asleep, and the sink would overflow on me and wake me up, then i'd fall asleep and it would happen again.. the cafeteria assistant lady came up to me and started shaking me, screaming "pull your shit together kam!!, your high as a fucking kite!!", i think i hid in the dry storage room in the kitchen, until someone from my class pulled me into the washroom and threw water on my face... haha what a day...
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ok well one time......
i was in a musical at mah skool (hair) and we always smoked pot b4 thwe shows ..ya know to get in charictor haha and ne way this one night we smoked a whole lotta joints in a car and well i was still kinna a pawt rookie and i was gettin all dizzy on stage and liek kinna blacking out the lights were so hawt and oh man it was awfl an everyone knu on stage so they were like bloking me for a scene well i was like fereaking out hahaha the next day we all got a huuuuge long lekture on smoking b4 preformances and yes i was soooo singled out it was awfl another time i puked on a buss |
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oooh buddy. last new years, i endd up going to a new years party in surrey (yea, surrey) where i knew absolutely NO ONE. upon walking in the door, this guy was like "hey, i'm chris. wanna hit of this shit?" (he was giving people hotknifes) and i was like "sure" so i proceeded to take the fattest hit of the best oil i have EVER smoked. right away i was like "im reeipped" and like five minutes later i was like "i gotta sit down" but there was nowhere to sit, so i went outside on the deck by myself and rocked back and forth, fucked out of my tree. this one other guy who took a hit came out and was feeling the exact same way. as the countdown to the new year was carried out, me and this guy i didn't know were fucked out of our trees, unable to get up, talk, or anything. i eventually began to feel tired, and seeing as i didn't want to wake up in some random house in surrey, i took the skytrain back to new west. at New west station, i saw a bunch of people i know, except i didn't know them (my eyes were too glazed over to make out any faces) but i was rocking back and forth at the bustop and this onr guy started rubbing my back and started puking my guts out. i then got the bus to the bottom of my hill, which i walked up leaning backwards (my legs were moving themselves somehow) and went to bed, where i slept for 17 hours. ALL FROM ONE HIT OF OIL. (everyone i tell this story to says that what i experienced was heroin, not hash oil, but don't beleive it)
and a few months later i saw the guy who gave me the hit at the langley street races, so i talked to him, and it was hash oil, and apparantly my mom taught him in grade five and i went along on thier capming trip waaay back then. fucked up. |
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haha it was fucked. it went so fast too, like i did the hit prolly at like 7 or 8 and left at like 1:30 but it felt like 20 mins. and i was still baked when i woke up in the morning.....well actaully evening, but you get my drift.
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I find this memory and joke one of the best and yet cruel of all time...
So about a year ago, some friends and I met up to smoke some green...so we smoke couple of doobies and we're all pretty chinese eyed...then these guys that I didn't know but we're friends of friends came down and did they ever smoke the chron...I mean they smoked a lot we were there for about 2 hours and we smoked enough that moving was a real difficult task... so yes we were stoned...anyways one of the guys that were "friends of friends" passed out...he was just KO'd so someone came up with the idea to stick him on a bus(I thought it would be funny as well)...so as we were in New West, and near the Greyhound station, they decided to stick him on a bus to Calagry...some people were opposed to that decision but nevertheless someone bought roundtrip ticket and stuck him on the bus... I thought that was funny... |
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There was this time...way back in highschool i had decided to drop Acid at school....which probably would've been alright...if it wasn't Halloween!!! You can see where this is goin.
So i dropped about a half hour before lunch...and during luch I had to dj this pumkin carving contest...ya..not a good idea... So needless to say i was very ripped from this double that i took. every look at a record spinning while your high on LSD?? Very trippy...acutally it was fucked up...now..there was a couple people that knew i had dropped..one girl in particular was dressed as a witch...and of course she had a spare after lunch... I had no idea who it was...but everytime i turned around there was this Witch right behind me...actually freaked me the fuck out. so i did everything my ripped mind could think of to get this witch away from me...but she was always right there. I actually ran into the guys can thinking that she wouldn't come in after me..(like i said...i was pretty fucked up) But she came in to the bathroom after me. I started thinking of the wizard of oz for some reason and thought that if i spray water on her she would melt. So i dived head first to the sink to get some water to spray on her and hit my head on the sink and knocked myself out. Luckily a couple of my buddies were in on this and came in and woke me up and got me out of there. Needless to say...I never did LSD at school again.. that was just dumb |
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I remember one time back in grade 10.....
My buddy just got his frst car, that morning... so we had to "christen" it @ lunch time... There was 3 of us and we each had a huge phatty.... we hotboxed it damn good!!! I go back to socials class... and our class went to the library... and i was always talking in class, i guess sorta a class clown... but for once i was head down doing my work not harrassing anybody... my teacher pulls me aside, and drags me to the office... he wouldn't tell me why himself... My dad ended up coming to the school... i was in the office lobby... he walks in, and he says, "Did they catch you with anything?"... i said, no. and then he says "good"... A couple minutes later i'm in the office and the principal tries geting me to admit it... and my dad just started wigging out @ the principal.... he told me to leave, and i could just hear him reaming out the principal on my way out.... i went back to the library to grab my backpack... it had a 26 or rye. so i went and got pissed... needless to say i never got suspended for it.... I'm glad they never searched me... and it made me realise my dad was actually cool... |
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crookedking, mine is very similar to yours...this one itme i stole a whole bunchof straight rub off my sister...packed like 3 huge huge bowls of it between 3 people, had no idea what i was doing! (duh, dumbass.)
Anyways, I went to band class right after...like grade 10 or something...got feeling so sick, asked to go to the bathroom...in the hallway everything started to go black..i was walking but i couldn't see...i could hear people going by me but couldn't see them...i actually felt my way to the bathroom then spent the next hour puking in the bathroom. It was horrible I went home sick too/ Duh. Idiot. Learned my lesson. PS very very drunk while making this post/ |
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hmm.. well i have TONS of stories i could tell here.. one that comes to mind was when i was treeplanting up in Fort Nelson, it was a fucking hot day and we had all finished working a 10 hour shift and had just finiched dinner, when our crewboss made us go back to an old block that we had planted to replant a shit load of trees cause a couple fuckers who had quit went nuts and planted a whole lot of shitty trees in there.. so yea we piled into the crummy (back-end of a schoolbus mounted ontop of a 4x4 truck), and about 4 or 5 of us smoked 3 huge bowls and a couple joints on the way.. yea i was sooo fucked, when we got out there everything was kinda moving, everyones voices were sorta echoing, slowing down and changing tones and shit and i couldn't really comprehend what the hell they were saying.. i was just kinda laughing 'n shit (yea when im really drunk or stoned i get really happy and just start laughing at random things.. go figure), then i ended up accidentally spraying bug spray in my eyes, and i didn't have any water with me but i didnt even care anyways.. my whole body was numb. so yea, we replanted for about 2 hours which really seemed like 20 minutes and i had a fuckin blast cause i was stoned outta my mind.
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