My FRIEND'S mom is a grower for the local dispensary and always has dank bud. Dankest bud I've ever smoked, and will probably ever smoke. It was so dank you would get baked while inhaling (even when I had a tolerance the size of a an elephant) anyways on with the story:
I had just met AJ and picked up a 10 sac from her. I didn't know how to smoke so I asked my buddy T if he could make me a pipe. He made me one and invited me over to his house, but said I couldn't blaze. I politely declined as I was excited as hell to blaze.
With my pipe and bud in hand I walked about 20 minutes trying to find an alleyway to blaze in, when I decided, "Fuck it, I'll blaze in this alleway."
I bust up my bud and load it in the bowl. Lit it, and took an inhale. I fucking coughed my balls out. I finished the bowl, and loaded another one. Then another one, and then another one. Before I knew it I was high as fucking shit. I heard three grown adults walking down the alleyway.
"Oh fuck they are going to arrest me. I need to get the fuck out."
I didn't want to run down the alleyway as that would be suspicious, so I jumped over the fence next to me and ran into a backyard. I tried opening the gate but it was locked. I could hear teh people getting closer and closer. "Oh shit I am so fucked." So I ducked down behind the dog house. And my fucking luck! It was their house! I was shitting in my panties. As they were walking up the stairs my body shook and I hit the dog shed. The three people stopped and looked towards my direction for a minute. I almost peed my pants, in fact, I think I did pee them a little. I remember them being a tiny bit wet LOL. They go into the house, and I fucked peaced. I spent the next 2 hours in a pizza SHOP wondering why I don't feel really know why i feel like id ident get baked
After just constructing the hotbox room in my shack, me and Jimmy proceeded to enter, and hotbox. We were in there for ab
out 20 minutes, smokey as hell, getting ripped as shit and pumping dope beats. I see a shadow cast on the wall and I look up on the ceiling. A fucking spider (I hate spiders. I can't stand them.)
"Uhm Jimmy, don't get freaked out or anything, but there's a fucking spider in the box."
"What?!"
"Yea man fucking kill it!"
"Dude there's nothing to kill it with."
"Fuck man I don't want to leave we have to do something."
*Jimmy reaches for the grinder*
"NO! NOT THE GRIND... Awh you fucking bastard."
"Want to leave? Yea lets go. PEACE!"
Now my grinder has a FAT dead spider stain on it.
