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one time when me and the boys first became stoners in grade 8 or 9.. we found this little stick hut and we thought a sasquatch lived in it, so my friend climbed in and dind't answer for like 10 minutes.. then he came crawling out and running at us pretending to be a sasquatch, then we ran off and got ammo, then ambushed him, hitting him in the head with rocks and sticks from far.. or when we snapped out of that daze, my friend would start digging holes in the forest with a shovel, saying he was trying to make traps incase we got invaded.. it was like High war games. we were crackers back then when we smoked chronic..
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May 31, 04
