First Time Smoking High School Stories
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WeedFreak78
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Smoked half a joint with 2 other people. Apparently I sat in the same spot eating cheese puffs and sipping soda. No tv, no radio, not talking to or with anyone. Just staring straight ahead the whole time. One of my friends finally shook me and I snapped out of it. I thought I only blanked for a few minutes but it was almost 2 hours. I guess when they talked to me I just mumbled incoherently at them, so they left me alone, I don't remember much. There was a cute blonde there who decided to watch over me, I was too fucked up to take advantage of that. Damn devil weed, I love it.
Hookabelly
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8th grade, behind the public pool right before school. tiny joint some girl brough in foil. Still remember the smell to this day. 
Went in and aced my Language Arts Spelling test. Letters seemed big. Uneventful until college when I had a perpetual towel under my door and Zeppelin playing at all times.
And I still love the way weed smells
Went in and aced my Language Arts Spelling test. Letters seemed big. Uneventful until college when I had a perpetual towel under my door and Zeppelin playing at all times.And I still love the way weed smells
Hookabelly
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Big_Lou
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It's a super great film, aye. I've got it on DVD several times over, as well as on VHS, you know, 'just in case'.I can recite that entire movie. LOL. (Where'd ja get this jacket?)
^Also from that scene: "Noooo way! Those guys are fags!" Ohhhhh, Spicoli....that casual surfer homophobia, tsk tsk tsk....
Killer Vanilla
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haha the old time warp high, I've been there bro! It was my first go with bongs, I under estimated that smoke delivery by far!
cannabineer
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I remember ... I smoked a coupla bowls one fine schoolnight. I then proceeded to watch M*A*S*H on UHF. I found the show to be documentary serious, but the commercials had me slapping the mattress with mirth.
Then I demolished a box of corn flakes, one of the big ones. With half a gallon of milk. I'd pour a little of box A and a little of box B to maintain perfect level and ratio of food. Hand over hand, I integrated my munchie skinny ass all the way up the Y axis until both boxes ran empty just about together.
Then I demolished a box of corn flakes, one of the big ones. With half a gallon of milk. I'd pour a little of box A and a little of box B to maintain perfect level and ratio of food. Hand over hand, I integrated my munchie skinny ass all the way up the Y axis until both boxes ran empty just about together.
Generalized from your dad's integration of cake did we? Acorn/tree
cannabineer
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That is precisely the model that came to my mind. He was the champion of the slice of mama's Torte so masterfully, deniably thin ... you could read the financials through.
He also had a great expression for the (n+1) way he added a teaspoonful of sugar to his tea. It translates as "one spoonful and eight grains".
tyler.durden
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tyler.durden
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First time I smoked weed was when I was in 7th grade. I was babysitting for some family friends, and the parents had a big cookie tin in the drawer of their coffee table. It was late and the kids were in bed, and I wanted some cookies. When I opened the tin, there was a big bag of shitty weed, and rolling papers. I took some of the weed and a couple of rolling papers, and went down to the river (a popular hang out place for us poor, inner-city youth) with my buddy for an adventure. After we smoked about half of the worst rolled joint ever, we sat there laughing, talking and sometimes just staring aimlessly for hours. We stopped by the discount bakery on the way home and bought a ridiculous amount of Hostess cakes. Our class was going to Great America that next week, so I did another stint of babysitting and took more weed and more papers. I showed the joints to my friends when we got to the park, we were SO excited. When we got on the gondolas that took one across the park, we were the only ones in the car so we blazed up. Took about 5 minutes to cross the entire park, and we were fucked up after the first ride. We kept on riding back and forth, and on about the third time, the attendant yelled at us when we got off. 'We know what you guys are doing, get the hell out of here!' We ran like hell, and were paranoid that they were watching us for the rest of our visit. Video games, rides, and junk food were all super enhanced. We loved our first times with Mary Jane, she was a gentle and patient lover for us 12 yo boys...
Hookabelly
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So aptly described I felt transported...
Nothing quite like this early experiences when we didn't have much responsibility so coming down off the weed was and easy transition. (usually involving a nap)
I had a quasi jr. hi experience last week while visiting the thrift store for my halloween costume. Blazed up then walked in to find something "unique and creative." Actually experienced the rookie laughing fit upon scoring some goldenrod slacks and a pair of 1975 lucite hooker heels for me. Seriously we had tears running down our cheeks. But instead of walking home and loading up on Hostess dig dongs, we had to sit in gridlock traffic. Coming down was a bummer. This is smoking for old folks
tyler.durden
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Lol! I'm sure the weed made the traffic more tolerable. I'm at my lowest tolerance for frustration when in traffic. Blazing right before I enter it levels my frustration to a point to where I only want to kill the people who wrong me, as opposed to everyone
Sunny Organics
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ahhh the memories i once ditched my 5th period class for an entire semester. would go out to this spot, we called it " the rocks ", to smoke weed with the homies. it was this spot hidden from everything under trees and shit super chill spot. its gone now... would smoke behind the school, outside the school, school bathrooms, even outside class in the stairs. smoked out of pretty much everything i was a piece engineer... my first time was behind this trailers back at my old place i was an 8th grader. i remember hooking up with my neighbor cus she was "too fucked up". the best years of life are back in my youth... now its all bills, work, and stress.
man i could write a book with all my stories..
by the age of 16 i was already working my ass off, i would smoke everyday before, during and after school not kidding. I didnt graduate at the end lol waaaaay too much ditching and fights.
man i could write a book with all my stories..
by the age of 16 i was already working my ass off, i would smoke everyday before, during and after school not kidding. I didnt graduate at the end lol waaaaay too much ditching and fights.