GroErr
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Lol, hardest one for me, gapping once in a while when sampling the wares
The hardest thing to do when stoned
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Hookabelly
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Anything that requires mental aptitude. This includes staying out of the refrigerator...
Do you stand in front of the refrigerator and stare? Like somehow the scene will change if you keep watching.
Hookabelly
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It actually does change…. last night's (week's) leftovers become amazingly appealing. That and maple syrup poured over everything including myself.
We have way to much in common. I once glued myself to the floor, by the hair, with pancake syrup.
6ohMax
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Hookabelly
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RFLMAO!! TELL!
Iloveskywalkerog
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Smoke a bowl.
Well a friend invited me over to his place. We were going flying that evening. So I swung by his place and he says, "I've got to go see __________<insert chick's name here (I didn't bother to keep track)"
He said the words you NEVER EVER say to me, "Make yourself at home". I was roughly 19 and had a shitload of pot with me. So I did. I was angry because I'd wanted to get out of there early and get back. So now nothing was sacred in his house.
I was going to be good, really I was. I sat down and started smoking pot, like @Diabolical666 's bear. I got cotton mouth BAAAD (mexibrick), so I went into his kitchen and low and behold he had Tequila! Oh my Jose come to mama
so I rounded up the lime and salt and sat down to 'quench my thirst'. In my defense at 19 I was not a seasoned tequila shooter.So I drank all the tequila and the pot is hitting hard and I HAVE to eat! So I head over to this single man's kitchen. I open fridge and there is beer and nothing else but an old moldy jar of something and a SMITHFIELD HAM!!! (it had a lovely red bow on it too we were just past Xmas so JACKPOT). I pulled the ham and being quite drunk and very loaded decided knives were bad and anyway god gave me teeth for a reason. So I just tore off the wrapper and took it to the dining room table to eat. I ate and ate until I'd eaten a U in this very salty ham.
At which point I realized it was DESSERT time! So I started checking cupboards. They were empty. I am not to be dissuaded in my search for sweet so I climb up on his kitchen counters and finally in the back of one found a lone jar of Pancake Syrup.
I hustled back to my dining room chair and chugged the pancake syrup. As I was getting to the bottom of the bottle I just kept tipping the chair back further and further and finally the chair with me sitting in it tumbled to the linoleum. I felt the fall in slow motion. It was actually quicker than I thought because my long, red hair fanned out behind me. I felt the chair hit the floor and I sort of giggled as I bounced upward and back down again. The syrup bottle made this gorgeous arc in the air and I watched as it flew up and then back toward me I thought it was lovely and funny and I took a nap.
I was awakened several hours later to a boot nudging me in the ribs (this seems to be a repeating theme in my existence it happened on the Champs once too). I could not move. The end of the syrup had slowly leaked from the bottle into my fanned hair and I was stuck like a fly in flypaper on my back on the floor.
We still flew, and I was never allowed, unsupervised, in his house EVER again. Conversely he was never late to fly
Win/win!
Diabolical666
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You paint a wonderful picture...it was like I was there eating ham and syrup WITH you
Alienwidow
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When im stoned i cant sit still. I envy the couch stoners sometimes because as soon as a have one bong rip im off like a lightning bolt to do everything i can posssibly think of. Ive worked every day for almost two weeks straight and i cant lift my arms today im so sore. I just harvested a bunch of new strains and ive been smoking them and working my ass off. Today i not smoking so i can chill the fek out and rest my aching bones. Maybe ill eat some weed candies, thooose on the other hand chain my ass to the couch all day 
I wish you had been, at that moment in time when I woke up I could have used someone to throw under the bus. I looked around at the wreck; all the cabinet's open, me laying on my back in the chair still, Van's sneaker prints all over the counter and a warm half ham on the table and what was there to say. Oh and I inadvertently left the fridge open. He didn't speak to me for a long ass time and my head hurt so bad I was good with that. The fail just kept on succeeding.You paint a wonderful picture...it was like I was there eating ham and syrup WITH you
Singlemalt
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Annie, I say this all respect, affection and goodwill; I got a boner reading that storyWell a friend invited me over to his place. We were going flying that evening. So I swung by his place and he says, "I've got to go see __________<insert chick's name here (I didn't bother to keep track)"
He said the words you NEVER EVER say to me, "Make yourself at home". I was roughly 19 and had a shitload of pot with me. So I did. I was angry because I'd wanted to get out of there early and get back. So now nothing was sacred in his house.
I was going to be good, really I was. I sat down and started smoking pot, like @Diabolical666 's bear. I got cotton mouth BAAAD (mexibrick), so I went into his kitchen and low and behold he had Tequila! Oh my Jose come to mama
So I drank all the tequila and the pot is hitting hard and I HAVE to eat! So I head over to this single man's kitchen. I open fridge and there is beer and nothing else but an old moldy jar of something and a SMITHFIELD HAM!!! (it had a lovely red bow on it too we were just past Xmas so JACKPOT). I pulled the ham and being quite drunk and very loaded decided knives were bad and anyway god gave me teeth for a reason. So I just tore off the wrapper and took it to the dining room table to eat. I ate and ate until I'd eaten a U in this very salty ham.
At which point I realized it was DESSERT time! So I started checking cupboards. They were empty. I am not to be dissuaded in my search for sweet so I climb up on his kitchen counters and finally in the back of one found a lone jar of Pancake Syrup.
I hustled back to my dining room chair and chugged the pancake syrup. As I was getting to the bottom of the bottle I just kept tipping the chair back further and further and finally the chair with me sitting in it tumbled to the linoleum. I felt the fall in slow motion. It was actually quicker than I thought because my long, red hair fanned out behind me. I felt the chair hit the floor and I sort of giggled as I bounced upward and back down again. The syrup bottle made this gorgeous arc in the air and I watched as it flew up and then back toward me I thought it was lovely and funny and I took a nap.
I was awakened several hours later to a boot nudging me in the ribs (this seems to be a repeating theme in my existence it happened on the Champs once too). I could not move. The end of the syrup had slowly leaked from the bottle into my fanned hair and I was stuck like a fly in flypaper on my back on the floor.
We still flew, and I was never allowed, unsupervised, in his house EVER again. Conversely he was never late to fly
insidagain
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For me, it's having dinner with straight laced in-laws and not smirking while listening to their anti mmj rants while 10 feet below them, my ladies are thriving.
Hookabelly
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Okay, where shall I begin??? Who are you? Stephanie Plum? LOL
Fucking AWESOME story. @curious2garden We need to hang out. Sounds like my life.
Fucking AWESOME story. @curious2garden We need to hang out. Sounds like my life.
so I went into his kitchen and low and behold he had Tequila! Oh my Jose come to mama
This made me almost pee my pants. (sorry I'm quite baked) just the visual
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Singlemalt
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^^^^^mega +reps
great pic story
great pic story
Diabolical666
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Im the same way on a dab....zoom, zoom, zoom. Its the only way i can be mobile plus energy!When im stoned i cant sit still. I envy the couch stoners sometimes because as soon as a have one bong rip im off like a lightning bolt to do everything i can posssibly think of. Ive worked every day for almost two weeks straight and i cant lift my arms today im so sore. I just harvested a bunch of new strains and ive been smoking them and working my ass off. Today i not smoking so i can chill the fek out and rest my aching bones. Maybe ill eat some weed candies, thooose on the other hand chain my ass to the couch all day
Diabolical666
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"I love you rum ham, Im sorry rum ham!!!!!!"-Frank , Always sunny in phili