For Whom the Bell Tolls AMAZING HIGH STORY

So 2 weeks ago me and my 2 friends decided that we would get blazed

cause as we all know...friday is high day.

So 3 people i put up 20 my other bud put up 20 and got a nice quarter and we had about 5 left over from another night so we were ready to get rippppped.

We went back to my buddies shed and started to smoke up...we hit a bottle for about and hour back and forth and the high started to come...then we rolled a J. and thats what assured me i was high...so we rolled another joint...after that we rolled a Joker (3 papers long). Now we were all baked...but that doesnt mean we stoped smoking...hit the bottle for another 2 hours.

and i decided id share the shit i remember from that night.
1) We talked the entire night about how Scooby-Doo is the official animal of marijuana lol
2) My friend who rolled the j's and the joker....i swore for 30min he was god.
3) He walked up to the local diner grabbed an apple pie to go and went to my friends girls house....APPLE PIE WARM WITH ICE CREAM WHEN STONED ROCKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Anyway...while smoking that bottle for 2 hours at the end of the night...in between hits i read this section from For Whom the Bell Tolls (Ernest Hemingway) TRUST ME...READ THIS HIGH ESPECIALLY OUT LOUD TO FRIENDS THE GREEN PARTS ARE THE BESSSST PARTS AND TO ME MUCH REMIND ME OF HOW I FEEL WHEN IT COMES TO MARIJUANA.

"Is there wine?" Robert Jordan asked the table at large, leaning forward, his hands on the table.
"There is little left," Pablo said sullenly. Robert Jordan decided he had better look at the other three and try to see where he stood.
"In that case, let me have a cup of water. Thou," he called to the girl. "Bring me a cup of water."

The girl looked at the woman, who said nothing, and gave no sign of having heard, then she went to a kettle containing water and dipped a cup full. She brought it to the table and put it down before him. Robert Jordan smiled at her. At the same he sucked in on his stomach muscles and swung a little to the left on his stool so that his pistol slipped around on his belt close to where he wanted it. He reached his hand down toward his hip pocket and Pablo watched him. He knew they all were watching him, too, but he watched only Pablo. His hand came up from the hip pocket with the leather-covered flask
and he unscrewed the top and then, lifting the cup, drank half the water and poured very slowly from the flask into the cup.

"It is too strong for thee or I would give thee some," he said to the girl and smiled at her again. "There is little left or I would offer some to thee," he said to Pablo.
"I do not like anis," Pablo said.
The acrid smell had carried across the table and he had picked out the one familiar component.
"Good," said Robert Jordan. "Because there is very little left"
"What drink is that?" the gypsy asked.
"A medicine," Robert Jordan said, "Do you want to taste it?"
"What is it for?"
"For everything," Robert Jordan said. "It cures everything. If you have anything wrong this will cure it."
"Let me taste it," the gypsy said.

Robert Jordan pushed the cup toward him. It was a milky yellow now with the water and he hoped the gypsy would not take more than a swallow. There was very little of it left and one cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafes, of all chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month, of the great slow horses of the outer boulevards, of book shops, of kiosques, and of galleries, of the Parc Montsouris, of the Stade Buffalo, and of the Butte Chaumont, of the Guaranty Trust Company and the Ile de la Cite, of Foyot's old hotel, and of being able to read and relax in the evening; of all the things he had enjoyed and forgotten and that came back to him when he tasted the opaque,bitter,tongue-numbing, brain-warming, stomach-warming, idea-changing liquid alchemy

The gypsy made a face and handed the cup back. "It smells of anis but it is bitter as gall," he said. "It is better to be sick than have that medicine."

"That's the wormwood," Robert Jordan told him. "In this, the real absinthe, there is wormwood. It's supposed to rot your brain out but I don't believe it. IT ONLY CHANGES THE IDEAS:sifone:

 

For Whom The Bell Tolls Song > For Whom The Bell Tolls Book

 

^this

 

Agreed..

Thats what I thought this thread was about in the first place haha.

 

nah I love the book. Absinthe too . Me and my dad made our own absinthe last year. Actually im going to text him now and see if hes up for that again before summer starts.

Joker? funny name for it, we just call em 3 skinners but since the majority of people only smoke joints here all joints are 3 skinners. L plate, well speakes for itself and then a pinner is just with one skin, usually only used if your smoking it to yourself

 

Yeah I thought it was gonna be a sick Metallica thread. It got my hopes up

 

...I just noticed for a hippie website Metallica sure do get talked about a lot around here.

 

DUDDDDDDE dont worry im a huggggge metallica fan...the only reason im reading the book....is because of the song lol

Im a huge Metallica fan and Maiden fan....i saw maiden july 17 and Metallica in philly Jan 17...and im seeing Metallica in nov at Madison Square Garden....This can easily be a thread about the awsomeness of Metallica. :]

I just wanted to share my story...seriously read the part of the book i posted though.

TAKE A LOOOK TO THE SKY JUST BEFORE YOUR...HIGH
ITS THE LAST TIME YOU WILL!!!!

 

^^^ Niiiiiiiiice I had a feeling you had to be a fan. I've read the most of the book because of the song.

I'm seeing them October 27th in Toronto. Best band in the world.

 

Idk they are number 2 in my eyes...only behind Iron Maiden...but they are soooo fucking good...i cant wait to see them again.

I know its tough but...you got a top 5?

 

Idk they are number 2 in my eyes...only behind Iron Maiden...but they are soooo fucking good...i cant wait to see them again.

I know its tough but...you got a top 5?

 

Metallica
Black Sabbath
KISS
Rush
Slayer

Probably that.

And Maiden are sick too, judas priest, megadeth, motorhead. Any stuff like that is fuckin awesome.

 

Metallica sucks balls. Hemingway owns

 

^^ says the white boy who listens to rap lol.

 

hahahahaha hey come on everyone went through that stage

 

Not me lol, my Dad raised me right. My fuckin' sister listens to too much nig music.

THRASH TILL DEATH!!! :boxing_smiley::beatdeadhorse5:

 

me and my dad are going to that concert.

 

haha when I went through my eminem phase my dad actually found it quite good...still though I was raised on Captain Beefheart and The Sex Pistols and thats how it stays...dub too

 

eminem, lol there's no such thing as a fifth grade dance without him.

 

trust me it aint a phase

what's wrong with a white dude listening to hiphop? you are an ignorant fuck (i kind of already knew this) to think that you have to be of a certain race to listen and appreciate music.

It is way beyond just listening to Jay-Z and bumping something loud in your trunk. Screw your head on, bud - someday you'll get it knocked off with an attitude like yours

If it's a matter of how I was raised? Mo-town, jazz, blues and classic rock n roll. If you were any sort of intelligent (I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt) you would understand the roots of much hiphop resides in such genres.