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My buddy had all of the pics, but we used to throw massive parties a couple summers back. Probably two or three shakers a week, since his mom just up and left for 7 weeks solid. I was selling so we always had plenty of grass and he had three hot water tanks in his massive house. We'd regularily fill the bathroom with 15+ people, all of which bought their bags from me, and we'd sit there until everyone was finished - no in's or outs once the first toke was taken. I'd bring in my gas mask and by three hoots you couldn't see the person standing next to you. It would get so hot in there, guys and girls alike would be ripping off their shirts after 10 minutes, which really broke the ice and made for a fun party! Good times!
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-Getting my friend high for the first time in my bathroom next door to my parents room.
-hot boxing a very very small storage room on an apartment balcony with 5 people. -8 people in a two man tent..and then screaming "LET ME OUT IM CLAUSTERPHOBIC!!!!!" and everyone getting mad! =/ Oh those were the days. |
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When I was 15 I worked at McDonalds and one Friday night I was closing with the "cool" crew and we hotboxed the drive through hallway. It didn't have a door but we piled crates to block the entrance so it kinda looked like we were boxed in. *haha* Definetly a fun time :) but I doubt that you could get away with something like that now.
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when i was around 14 me and my stoner buds were chillin at a school picnic table smoking roaches. then some older kids drove up that new my buddy, we hopped in and cruised off to a remote area in the wilderness to hotbox the car.
we had one big bamboo, and several other joints to box the car wit. After the sesh, that car was smokey as hell i couldnt see or breath, this was the first time i did such an intense hotbox. As soon as we were about to open the doors to exit the smokey vehicle, we hear a loud commotion outside. Incredilbe pot induced paranoia set in, and we all came to the conclusion that there was a bear outside that probably wanted to hurt us. Paralyzed by fear, we sat in the car suffocating on the fragrant fog for a good 5 minutes until one of the older kids piped up.. "Fuck this, i wanna sink hoot. we cant do that in here. i dont give a shit bout no fuckin bear"..... after exiting the hellish hotbox, we got super cooked to to point of me feeling nautious and having to cut out... and i never cut out.... good times. Last edited by -evil-duerr-; Jun 07, 06 at 01:44 PM. |