Last weekend i went to visit my cousin and hang out for a few days. Didn't do much but play computer games, smoke up and catch up on life events. So currently he is living with his parents in the bottom floor. There is a back entrance, and at the top of the 10-12 stairs is his parents bedroom window. They know we smoke and could care less as long as we keep it outside. It was late and we were outside on the stairs hitting the bong. We were trying to be quiet cause his dad had to get up for work at 3am. I did something really dumb the way i hit it. I wanted to hit it slow so he wouldn't hear, but it wouldn't matter anyways it would still make the classic bong sound. I tried to inhale really slow and the bong made two blub blub sounds and me and him immediately broke out into laughter. You gotta be there but i tell ya we were dying on those stars lmao. I'm sure some smoke even went into his room and he could hear us trying so hard not to make a sound. It made the weekend really. Out of all the people i've smoked with over the years its always him where we have a laugh for 10 - 15mins in tears. Doesn't happen with anyone else. We have been kicked out of dinner before for not being able to control our laugh because of how much we feed off each other. As kids during thanksgiving and christmas when the whole family stood up for prayer as soon as our aunt spoke (her family is very religious) we would start giggling and always had to leave. My dad elbowed me in the ribs a few times and it did nothing. good times good times, but the bong rip last weekend, uncontrollable laugh.
I laugh far too little. Probably due to the fact that most of my human contact these days is with fellow math grad students who aren't the least bit fun. HOWEVER, on Saturday night, I gave my best friend (who recently moved to Atlanta) a long phone call as I walked down the streets of Newark, DE people-watching. I laughed so much that it was great. I literally felt like he was walking the street with me like the old days. I felt so content for the rest of the night even though I was alone technically.
My best friend lives 230 miles away and we usually talk once a month. It always ends up being a 40 minutes conversation and in the middle somewhere its a funny bullshit story that both makes us get a good laugh. I know the feeling being content even when your alone. Gotta cherish those relationships even if they are in the distance. :2thumbsup:
Sounds like my one friend and I! I don't really get to see him all that much because he lives in New York. But when we are hanging out, there is always tons of laughing...idk, it's just a great thing! Nothing like a good laugh ehh? :sunny: