So, I get back from Amsterdam a couple of weeks back, and dig out the two fat sausages of bubble hash/double zero hash that i had managed to get past the delightful staff working for HM Customs at Manchester Airport, using a 'Sure Powerstick deodorant tube!! So I get home and proceed in getting heavily stoned until I eventually pass out into oblivion. Now, the next day I couldnt put my hands on the second piece of weed (about 6g/£50 worth!) but didnt think much of it as i was still smoking the 1st bit and 'knew' i'd put the other piece in one of my little cubby holes. Of course when I come to get the 2nd piece, its nowhere to be see......Disaster, especially given the risque nature of importation, as for the 1st time ever at Manchester Airport, they had fucking dogs at the gate!! I had to bide my time and wait for it too fuck off before I snuck through! My heart was beating like a fucked clock and I think I probably turned quite pale! So I'm tearing the house upside down for like 6 hours in total, finding cupboards and crannies that i never even knew I had until then....nothing!!!! Been looking out for it every day for the last couple of weeks since then, and to compound my misery, for the 1st time in 3 years, i was unable to get any form of weed anywhere, on a Saturday night!! Bollocks! Gets to 11:30pm i've given up on the guy whos supposed to be calling me 'definately'! Decide to have a cig (dont normally smoke cigs) just to get some kinda nicotine rush, reach into my weed tin for a paper (its a bit of a mess but i've already gone though it like a dozen times) and as I put my hand in the tin, straight away i felt a lumpy piece of paper....but I didnt dare look for ages, but there it was wrapped in a couple of rizlas!!!! Absolutely fucking bizarre but true. Proper smokers will know what its like when your gagging for a smoke but theres a drought, well this is how this was but ten fold, ive never made a joint so fast in my entire life and within a couple of minutes a was caned off my head, fucking awesome feeling. I ended up staying up all night getting wasted watching vids and listening to music and stuff. Theres probably a moral there somewhere (other than check your weed tin thoroughly 1st before ripping your house to shreds looking for weed!!) Anyone else have any great lost/found weed stories to tell???
my brother was drunk and cussed me out 1 night when he couldnt find his stash...but he was drunk & found it eventualy( & didnt even smoke with me!)
