Saturday at 4:20

sourdiesel06 · Jun 22, 2007

Wow, that's some scary shit. One of my dogs somehow managed to dig an eighth out of my pants pocket on the pants I wore the night before and ate the whole fucking thing. I'm guessing it needs to be a higher dose than that though because the bastard seemed fine.

sOneoo · Jun 22, 2007

mr.greenxxx said:

would you like a giant panda bear to grab you and blow crack smoke in ur face, i dont think so
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I dunno why...but thats prob the funniest thing i've heard in a few jigaseconds lol

sourdiesel06 · Jun 22, 2007

How the fuck is a panda bear blowing CRACK smoke in your face equivalent to blowing WEED smoke in your dogs face?

ghost of rat · Jun 22, 2007

Cats breathe through their noses. If you blow smoke in a cats face it will inhale through its nose and the smoke would go to its brain thereby making the cat dizzy.

40oz and chronic · Jun 22, 2007

sourdiesel06 said:

Bue he didn't blow crack smoke in the cat's face so what's the big deal. I get one of my dogs high all the time and he loves it.

But ya, I love smoking weed on my back deck... we have a huge weeping willow tree in my back yard and if you've ever seen one of those when tripping on mushrooms the vivid memory of how cool it looks sticks with you... which brings me to my cool smoking story.

If any of you don't know what a weeping willow tree looks like, this is one.
This story is actually the story of the events leading up to my one and only bad trip but the first four hours of the experience were some of the best of my life. So me and a buddy of mine each ate about a quad of mushrooms (gold caps blue stems, very nice) and proceeded to walk to another friend's house who happens to have bought a pound of mushrooms from the same guy we bought ours from. It's about a 40 minute walk so we're just starting to really trip when we get there.

Once we arrived at our destination we chilled in this kids screenroom looking out into the back yard, which is a long, shallow, downhill slope leading up to a river. At the edge of the river, the only significant waves are those created by the occasional motor boat and there is a small, stationary dock with no boat. The "holy shit, I'm really starting to trip" moment came about 20 mins and 3 bowls after we got there. I said, "Mike, is your dock a floating dock or a regular dock?" He looked at me like I had 3 heads (and who knows, he might have really thought I had 3 heads because he had eaten at least 10 grams of the pound of mushrooms he bought) and he said "What the fuck are you talking about? It's a regular dock" I just nodded my head and said OK, as the magnitude of the coming trip began to sink in.

By now it was dusk and no matter how hard I try now, there is no way that I can even begin to describe the absolute bliss of the moment. But I'm going to do my best anyway. Imagine if you will, that you are sitting in the screenroom I did my best to describe looking out over a river, tripping balls. Every 30 seconds or so, a boat comes by at a reasonable speed. Each time, the collective sound of the boat's engine, the boat smacking the water each time it hit a small wave, and the crickets that invariably emerge around this time during the summer is like an orgasm in your ear. Directly across the river from where we are sitting there is massive weeping willow tree, which for some reason has a large number of lightning bugs milling about its branches. The branches of the tree appeared to be pulsating downward toward the earth as if they were imitating a looped video of a bungy jumper. And to top it off, the sun is setting behind the tree line, producing an unbelievable buffet of shades of red, orange, and pink. I'm told that about 4 hours passed while I just sat, nearly motionless, drinking in the once in a lifetime experience. We smoked a few bowls and someone put on a Keller Williams album, which probably played through several times.

It was the most relaxing, chill trip ever. Then some motherfucker who I hate showed up and started fucking with me. I tried to beat the shit out of him, but I was so fucked up that all I managed to do was break a table and get asked to leave. The friend of mine who walked to the house with me said it was about 11 pm when I left the house, yet it took me until almost 1 am to make the mile and half walk home (by the time I got home, I was beginning to return to reality). I only remember bits and pieces of the walk, (including nearly getting hit by a car on a road with a 55 mph speed limit and thinking nothing of it), but as soon as I was back to normal I quickly came to the painful realization that I had lost my wallet, glasses, birkenstock sandals, and cell phone along the way.

Btw, I don't see what the big deal is about typing while high. I write term papers while high and even managed to get one that I wrote while blazed published. It's not such a big deal if you don't make it one.
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well that was quite a read

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