like maybe a half pound. it takes about two ounces to get me buzzed these days, what with the tolerance.
I figured haha. Sorry, I'm baked and at first I was like BULLSHIT, then my mind started pondering the possibility of smoking 8 ounces in one sitting... I like the sound of that lol
the most weed i've smoked in one sitting was i dunno.. a fat 8th i think between 2 people.. after that i was like i don't think i can ever smoke that much again haha
Fuck I don't think I could make it much further than a half ounce... and even then I'd need a designated bowl packer.
A bunch of people chipped in and was able to get a quarter pound for a party. I, myself, smoked a little under an ounce that night (with 3 / 4 other people) There was a lot of weed all over the floor cuz I was too fucked to pack bowls right..
Well on 420 this year my buddies and i smoked two ounces in one sitting. But it was a long sitting, because we where getting high and not stopping until it was gone.
just under 2 and a half ounces. it took a few hours of non stop bluntastic fun, and was totally worth it.
yea, one's a pussy and the other was a hella tripper lol here's the story on my biggest session copy and pasted from my website, read if u like: this was the Day, aarons brother Darcy graduated from Highschool... anyways, me mike Darcy, and jordan decided to buy some weed and have a massive session up at this lake we used to go to, so after school we drive up to this lake, which was about 45 minutes away, the whole time i was busting up a bag of weed we got.....now i cant remeber how we were getting these deals, but a few times when we were having these Fatty Sessions, we were getting what rolled out to be 20 joints, for like 35$ anyways, we get up to the lake, Sit at a picnic table, and roll out 22 nice sized jointsdeciding we werent gonna smoke right there, since quite a few ppl and their dogs were around[even when we were sober we didnt realize we had setup our BBQ and shit in the Dog-Off leash area] so we grabbed our fold up lawn chairs, and started to walk around this gravel path that runs around the lake, now this lake is massive so we didnt walk very far, just into the bush, and then we hiked up the side of the hill that kinda ran along side the trail Eventually we got to this little chill spot that was like 100+ yards up a fairly steep embankment from the Trail, the only way u could see the Trail was through like tiny little patches where the bush cleared, or if u stood up, and pretty much no one walking down along the path would ever notice you, so we setup our chairs, Whip out the Cd-player and start our 22 joint session me and darcy began smokin 2 joints at once [never mentioned darcy before in the other story but he's a very cool guy, always chill can smoke alot, and even when he's ripped to the point of being paralyzed, he could talk out of his ass, and convince a cop he was heading to church to pray so we start smoking, and as Usuall, Mike is getting fucked beyond repair, he's tripping on the sounds of nature, and becoming entranced by birds, to the point where he would be so out of it, if u tried to pass him the joint, u would have to fucking Punch him so he realized what was goin on, but when u punched him he would SCREAM like a fucking girl in terror thinking the punch was a stab wound so on...Jordan, isnt even taking hits, he's taking like 1 hit from every 8th joint or somthing, because he was scared he would be too fucked to drive later on [even though we were not leaving for like 4 hours] so eventually around joint 13, mike drops out of the session, and it was a good thing because he was in-cappable of taking the joint anymore, so me and darcy are sitting there with 9 joints left to go, each doming 1 to our heads one after the next now i dont know if this has ever happened to anyone....but to me..the Zig Zag whites began to taste like butter in my mouth...like i couldnt even taste the weed it just tasted like butter on my lips...so yea i was trippin All this time i hadnt noticed that there were no more beats playing, and i didnt notice either that mike was changing CD's..so i continue smoking, pretty much retarded, and then Mike begins [to most likely unintentionaly] trip me out bad Mike: Hey Tyler...fuck who's Rotweiler is that?!?! me: a look of fear strikes me in the face, and i dont want to turn around to see if there is an actuall dog there Mike then proceeds to play a fucking SOUND EFFECTS cd he had made to bring LOL! the effect was a dog growling and Barking, and it was a very viscious/mean sounding dog anyways, in my mind i was sooo fuckin scared, and i pretty much said to myself "Ok...there is no question, your going to get bitten by this dog...just how can i fight it off, and how am i getting to the hospital?" so i'm sitting there pissing my pants, terrified, and then those guys start laughing histerically, Still i didnt catch on until he reached to the CD player and changed the sound effect to a Police Siren LOL, so w/e i'm done bein scared and we continue on to joint 18-19, still smoking only between me and darcy then...mike looks over at me, him being terrified this time Mike: DID U HEAR THAT?!? Me: hear what? Mike: it's the Marine Police! me: Marine police....wtf is that? mike: the lake police DIDNT U HEAR THAT? They Said "this is the marine police, yea u can come out now, your busted!" without saying anything, Mike gets up, grabs his lawn chair and CD player, and fuckin books it, full out run down a pretty fuckin verticle hill, ok...he's just tripping, but jordan, who in total probably didnt even smoke a joint got scared by mikes "Marine Police" Accusations, so he also booked it, leaving me and darcy to finish the last 4 joints, we stayed there and finished them fairly uneventfully so then we get up, cooked out of our heads, and walk back down to the picnic table where mike and jordan had found a bag of those "1 bite brownies" and had left all but Half of a single one for me and darcy to share haha we promptly told him to go fuck himself,and then darcy shocked jordan by sayin.. "Fuck this, me and tyler are goin to the store down the road to get a drink" Jordan was all scared of ppl driving ripped so he was amazed that we had just smoked 22 joints like 5 minutes prior, but we didnt care and we went up to Darcys little Truck he had at the time so me and him get in...but what we had forgotten is 2 other friends were coming to meet us, and his mom was driving them, his mom drove a Silver Honda Oddessy for all those who know what they look like, so me and darcy get into his truck, and right when we are backing out we see a silver honda oddesy right in front of us..... i was thinking ohhhh fuck.....Darcy then, no hesitation slams the truck into reverse, squeels the tires ripping it in reverse, then books it around through another parking lot to Avoid the oddessy [which turned out to not even be them, hell it wasnt even SIlver!! lol] so we are driving back to the corner store, and the whole way darcy is fucking tripping the fuck out of me, by driving the truck like 2 feet from the edge of a huge clif that ran along side the road, haha i was fucking screaming/tripping while darcy is just laughing and ripping his truck the whole way, so anyways, we finnaly get to this little corner store fairly close by, get out and go in, haha being so fuckin cooked i ended up buying nothing and darcy bought a pack of Macintosh Toffee hahahthis was the Day, aarons brother Darcy graduated from Highschool... anyways, me mike Darcy, and jordan decided to buy some weed and have a massive session up at this lake we used to go to, so after school we drive up to this lake, which was about 45 minutes away, the whole time i was busting up a bag of weed we got.....now i cant remeber how we were getting these deals, but a few times when we were having these Fatty Sessions, we were getting what rolled out to be 20 joints, for like 35$ anyways, we get up to the lake, Sit at a picnic table, and roll out 22 nice sized jointsdeciding we werent gonna smoke right there, since quite a few ppl and their dogs were around[even when we were sober we didnt realize we had setup our BBQ and shit in the Dog-Off leash area] so we grabbed our fold up lawn chairs, and started to walk around this gravel path that runs around the lake, now this lake is massive so we didnt walk very far, just into the bush, and then we hiked up the side of the hill that kinda ran along side the trail Eventually we got to this little chill spot that was like 100+ yards up a fairly steep embankment from the Trail, the only way u could see the Trail was through like tiny little patches where the bush cleared, or if u stood up, and pretty much no one walking down along the path would ever notice you, so we setup our chairs, Whip out the Cd-player and start our 22 joint session me and darcy began smokin 2 joints at once [never mentioned darcy before in the other story but he's a very cool guy, always chill can smoke alot, and even when he's ripped to the point of being paralyzed, he could talk out of his ass, and convince a cop he was heading to church to pray so we start smoking, and as Usuall, Mike is getting fucked beyond repair, he's tripping on the sounds of nature, and becoming entranced by birds, to the point where he would be so out of it, if u tried to pass him the joint, u would have to fucking Punch him so he realized what was goin on, but when u punched him he would SCREAM like a fucking girl in terror thinking the punch was a stab wound so on...Jordan, isnt even taking hits, he's taking like 1 hit from every 8th joint or somthing, because he was scared he would be too fucked to drive later on [even though we were not leaving for like 4 hours] so eventually around joint 13, mike drops out of the session, and it was a good thing because he was in-cappable of taking the joint anymore, so me and darcy are sitting there with 9 joints left to go, each doming 1 to our heads one after the next now i dont know if this has ever happened to anyone....but to me..the Zig Zag whites began to taste like butter in my mouth...like i couldnt even taste the weed it just tasted like butter on my lips...so yea i was trippin All this time i hadnt noticed that there were no more beats playing, and i didnt notice either that mike was changing CD's..so i continue smoking, pretty much retarded, and then Mike begins [to most likely unintentionaly] trip me out bad Mike: Hey Tyler...fuck who's Rotweiler is that?!?! me: a look of fear strikes me in the face, and i dont want to turn around to see if there is an actuall dog there Mike then proceeds to play a fucking SOUND EFFECTS cd he had made to bring LOL! the effect was a dog growling and Barking, and it was a very viscious/mean sounding dog anyways, in my mind i was sooo fuckin scared, and i pretty much said to myself "Ok...there is no question, your going to get bitten by this dog...just how can i fight it off, and how am i getting to the hospital?" so i'm sitting there pissing my pants, terrified, and then those guys start laughing histerically, Still i didnt catch on until he reached to the CD player and changed the sound effect to a Police Siren LOL, so w/e i'm done bein scared and we continue on to joint 18-19, still smoking only between me and darcy then...mike looks over at me, him being terrified this time Mike: DID U HEAR THAT?!? Me: hear what? Mike: it's the Marine Police! me: Marine police....wtf is that? mike: the lake police DIDNT U HEAR THAT? They Said "this is the marine police, yea u can come out now, your busted!" without saying anything, Mike gets up, grabs his lawn chair and CD player, and fuckin books it, full out run down a pretty fuckin verticle hill, ok...he's just tripping, but jordan, who in total probably didnt even smoke a joint got scared by mikes "Marine Police" Accusations, so he also booked it, leaving me and darcy to finish the last 4 joints, we stayed there and finished them fairly uneventfully so then we get up, cooked out of our heads, and walk back down to the picnic table where mike and jordan had found a bag of those "1 bite brownies" and had left all but Half of a single one for me and darcy to share haha we promptly told him to go fuck himself,and then darcy shocked jordan by sayin.. "Fuck this, me and tyler are goin to the store down the road to get a drink" Jordan was all scared of ppl driving ripped so he was amazed that we had just smoked 22 joints like 5 minutes prior, but we didnt care and we went up to Darcys little Truck he had at the time so me and him get in...but what we had forgotten is 2 other friends were coming to meet us, and his mom was driving them, his mom drove a Silver Honda Oddessy for all those who know what they look like, so me and darcy get into his truck, and right when we are backing out we see a silver honda oddesy right in front of us..... i was thinking ohhhh fuck.....Darcy then, no hesitation slams the truck into reverse, squeels the tires ripping it in reverse, then books it around through another parking lot to Avoid the oddessy [which turned out to not even be them, hell it wasnt even SIlver!! lol] so we are driving back to the corner store, and the whole way darcy is fucking tripping the fuck out of me, by driving the truck like 2 feet from the edge of a huge clif that ran along side the road, haha i was fucking screaming/tripping while darcy is just laughing and ripping his truck the whole way, so anyways, we finnaly get to this little corner store fairly close by, get out and go in, haha being so fuckin cooked i ended up buying nothing and darcy bought a pack of Macintosh Toffee hahah
most ive done that i remember from the night was about 30-40 buckets i dont remember exactly how many but it was the longest hot box of my life and this was when i only smoked once every 1 or 2 weeks so i was competly ripped and twitching and shit and all i remember was sexy back playing over and over and over cause we were to baked to change the song
Me, my cousin, and two friends smoked a 1/2oz of Silver Haze in one sitting at my cousin's graduation party. I've smoked more than an ounce in one sitting, on multiple occasions. Not by myself, of course. There was always at least one other person. The "one sitting" would last a few hours though, but we were smoking the entire time, so it's one sitting. Someone would be rolling a blunt while a blunt was already going around.
