I was hanging out on the ide of the soccer game hitting the one-e when... A cop came up from behind us. He grabbed me and i slid the one-e right down my sleeve. Good thing because then the office asked where the marijuana cigerette was the he smelled from across the field. I played dumb as long as i could, showed him my hands, let him pat me down, i was good. untill... I got a little bit over excited, threw my hands up in the air and said "Why do you always have to give the younger kids a hard time" at that very moment the one hitter went flying up in the air, and landed right smack dab on the right side of the field for everyone to see.... "I Was Busted"
On 13 Jul 2010 at 12:56 am -
I Was Busted - by Diago Smoke-O
My first time came after a series of emails with one far more experienced than me. Anyway, on Friday, January 15, 2010, which is 6 months and 2 days from my birthday, I took April up on her offer. She was stoned when I arrived, and she thought I came for a massage. Well, I mentioned who I was, so she got out her Vapo vaporizer, some kush which she had, and her grinder. I mentioned to her that I hadn't done it before, and she asked if I was driving. I said no, she inhaled, and passed the vaporizer to me. I took a gentle inhale, passed it back to her, and she inhaled deeply. So, I matched her, and she said keep on inhaling. I kept on, and at first I felt a tingly sensation at the top of my head, then eventually down to my feet, and out my toes and fingers. God, I was so stoned, that April's friend, Sophie, could tell I was stoned. That Sunday afternoon, I got back, and was stoned within half an hour by inhaling deeply (as if all the way to the bottom of my stomach), and that has been the last time I was smoked out by her. So, I am looking for a woman who also enjoys the sweet herb.
I was going to become a professional golfer. Went to college for it, articulated my life around it, me golfing even made my dad happy.
Anyway... So I was all jacked up on mountain dew getting ready for this huge tournament. This was it, nothing like this has ever happened before and I felt like this was my one time shot to fame and fortune. So when it came time for me to finally get ready.....
But I got high instead.
The first time I smoked was on a white covered bridge in the middle of the Willamette Valley. The pipe was metal. The bud was super sticky. My hits worked instantly as I remember everything slowing to a crawl. Driving home shortly after that was not the wisest decision in the world, but it was definitely a memorable one! It took at least 15 minutes to drive half of a mile, no joke. People were walking faster than the car. Munchies kicked shortly after returning home. Can anyone say, Cinnamon Toast Crunch marathon?! One and a half cereal boxes later, I passed out until the wee hours of the morning. And that was the very first time that I kissed Mary Jane. I've been seduced by her powers ever since...
That Was The 1st Time
This story is actually about the first time my sister smoked. She came to visit me for the weekend while I was in college. She kept badgering my friends to buy alcohol so I decided to teach her a lesson about partying.
We went to the local grocery store to buy some cases of Blatz bottles (it was a phase we went through that semester). While at the store I ran into a friend from high school who had some dank nugs he wanted to share. Of course I invited him over.
When he arrived we all gathered around the gravity bong on the kitchen table, my sister included. She took a position on the counter behind me as we got started. I told her to pay attention since she would be last in the rotation. She gave me a nod and tried to play cool but I knew she was nervous.
When her turn came she stepped up and we helped her light the bowl. Everyone offered advice as she pulled her first hit. She blew out a cloud and everyone gave me a hard time for being out done. With a smile she returned to her seat to await her next turn.
When it was the time came my sister stepped up a little cocky. This time she pulled a hit and with her hands on her hips she swiveled her head back and fourth as she released the smoke. An old pro it would seem.
While round three progressed, I heard my sister let out a shriek and dash from the room. When I found her she was crouched down just inside the bathroom door. She was leaning against the wall with her head in her hands.
I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was dying. Between laughs I explained to her that no one in the history of the world had ever died from smoking weed. Her response? "I could be the first." Now laughing even harder, I helped her to my bedroom and tucked her in. A female friend volunteered to look after her for the night but my sister has not smoked weed since.
That Was The 1st Time
The first time I ever smoked was when I was 17. It wasn't because I refused up until then, it was just growing up in a town of 2,500 people, there lacked an amount of cool people and we all suffered for it. Who would have thought that my straight-A neighbor drove me home from school once and she handed me a hitter box. I asked her, "What the fuck is this?" and she said, "Seriously, you've never smoked pot before?"
I replied, "Nope...what's it like?"
"Just smoke it stupid." That night changed my life. What she should have said was, "When this thing hits 88 mph, your going to see some serious shit."
That Was The 1st Time
