this subject brings me back to many good times. one of my favs is the time when 3 of my friends all went out to my parents cabin and sat in the car and smoked 4 blunts one for each of us. we sat there in my car smokin and cheesin for like 3 hours we were so high we started thinkin the car was movin when it had been off and in park the whole time, we sat there and did impercenations forever.......good times lol.

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OK so when I was like 16, we were having a party at the river (I was raised in GA!) and there were about 15 people there. Me, my buddy, and this chic are sittin in his truck blazin the fuck out. We had 3 joints goin at once. Anyway, another dude comes and knocks on the window and hes like "Hey man, there is someone over there with a flashlight". We're like "yeah whatever"; we roll the windows back up and continue to blaze. A couple minutes later he's back sayin the same thing; once again we run him off. Another 5 minutes goes by.......another knock.....this one sounds different. I roll down the window and at the same time I'm saying "Dude what the fuck do you want now?" This time it's not him......it's a cop!!!!!! He politely tells me to put the joint out and step out of the truck. Needless to say we all went to jail that night for multiple things. The funny part is, when my buddy got his truck back from the impound lot, the three joints we were tokin on were still in his ashtray!!! We finished them off with nooooo problems

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"We have wasted history like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar."~Charles Bukowski
Rubber Johnny

thats some funny shit i bet that joint tasted real sweet after you got done paying the fines for that escepade lol.

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Yeah, we finished them off and laughed about it
However that stunt did cost me my drivers license until I was 18

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"We have wasted history like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar."~Charles Bukowski
Rubber Johnny

Clowns were ok until they beagn poking you in your ribs while your baked at a carnival. I suffered for a long time and stop going to carnivals, and then i was able to light up, other wise its just so weird that they knew that i was high because they wouldnt stop fucking with me and so I felt as to say " if you dont get the hell away from me im gonna press charges you pastey red nose bastard !" and yeah "it never touched me again.

damn you couldnt handle that on strong acid lol. that sounds like a scarring experience

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