What's the worst idea you've ever had stoned?

Trich_holmes

Trich_holmes

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....hmm well while country cruising with 5 buddies we stopped to piss and, and there happened to be a dead deer in the ditch across the way. My buddy decides it'll be funny to run up and jump on its bloated carcass. Well his 250lb ass made that deer release a loud ass fart. We all laughed so hard for a solid 5 minutes. Finally we all pile back in the vehicle and Jim Bob gets is an apparently that deer blasted him with some unsavory shit. Holy fuck we all bailed out puking and gagging while dying laughing at the same time...good times!
 
cannabineer

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Trich_holmes said:
....hmm well while country cruising with 5 buddies we stopped to piss and, and there happened to be a dead deer in the ditch across the way. My buddy decides it'll be funny to run up and jump on its bloated carcass. Well his 250lb ass made that deer release a loud ass fart. We all laughed so hard for a solid 5 minutes. Finally we all pile back in the vehicle and Jim Bob gets is an apparently that deer blasted him with some unsavory shit. Holy fuck we all bailed out puking and gagging while dying laughing at the same time...good times!
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Suspire Knowledge

Suspire Knowledge

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I have a drunk story that seems funny now. Being from southeastern Kentucky there wasn't much to do as far as entertainment on the weekends unless you felt like traveling, so a lot of my weekends were spent way back in the woods with good friends, wild women, and dubious amounts of alcohol. We had a few favorite spots, but one in particular that we went to quite often that had a flat area half the size of a football field with a pond on one side, a creek running across the end, and a cliff face opposite the pond that we built our fires up against that was about a 60-65 degree slope running up around 30 yards to the top where it flattened off and had trees and vegetation. Well there were probably around 10-12 of us, an even mix of guys and girls. But naturally after being there for five or six hours the majority of us were half lit and had built a massive fire expending all the wood we brought with us. I had been drinking with one of my best friends since about noon anyway so I was in prime shape to be making decisions. So my friend and I took our flashlights and began searching the immediate area for viable wood for the fire, but being as we had done this many times before we had pretty much cleared most of it out for a pretty large area around the site. But alas, my friend and I spotted just what we needed. A vision of hope in the form of a pine log 18-20 inches in diameter and around that many feet long laying dead on the ground from the pine beetle infestation a few years before, perched atop the bluff directly above the fire. Now normal people probably would have avoided the situation altogether. Fun people would have scaled the cliff and shoved the log off into the fire below. People who've been drinking since noon make the worst possible decision. I immediately proclaim upon spotting the log that I was "going up the goddamn bluff, and riding the fucking thing down the hill like Seabiscut (famous race horse) and into the fire". But my friend who was at least as much if not more intoxicated than I made the correction that in fact "we were riding the goddamn thing off the hill like Seabiscut". And in fact we did just that. Well, we rode it for about half the way, and then it rode us for the other half culminating in a spray of embers, smoke and flame. Somehow we weren't injured very badly. Some minor burns and cuts. My worst injury being the scrape that originated a few inches above my asshole and terminated in my left armpit. Mission accomplished.
 
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cannabineer

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Suspire Knowledge said:
I have a drunk story that seems funny now. Being from southeastern Kentucky there wasn't much to do as far as entertainment on the weekends unless you felt like traveling, so a lot of my weekends were spent way back in the woods with good friends, wild women, and dubious amounts of alcohol. We had a few favorite spots, but one in particular that we went to quite often that had a flat area half the size of a football field with a pond on one side, a creek running across the end, and a cliff face opposite the pond that we built our fires up against that was about a 60-65 degree slope running up around 30 yards to the top where it flattened off and had trees and vegetation. Well there were probably around 10-12 of us, an even mix of guys and girls. But naturally after being there for five or six hours the majority of us were half lit and had built a massive fire expending all the wood we brought with us. I had been drinking with one of my best friends since about noon anyway so I was in prime shape to be making decisions. So my friend and I took our flashlights and began searching the immediate area for viable wood for the fire, but being as we had done this many times before we had pretty much cleared most of it out for a pretty large area around the site. But alas, my friend and I spotted just what we needed. A vision of hope in the form of a pine log 18-20 inches in diameter and around that many feet long laying dead on the ground from the pine beetle infestation a few years before, perched atop the bluff directly above the fire. Now normal people probably would have avoided the situation altogether. Fun people would have scaled the cliff and shoved the log off into the fire below. People who've been drinking since noon make the worst possible decision. I immediately proclaim upon spotting the log that I was "going up the goddamn bluff, and riding the fucking thing down the hill like Seabiscut (famous race horse) and into the fire". But my friend who was at least as much if not more intoxicated than I made the correction that in fact "we were riding the goddamn thing off the hill like Seabiscut". And in fact we did just that. Well, we rode it for about half the way, and then it rode us for the other half culminating in a spray of embers, smoke and flame. Somehow we weren't injured very badly. Some minor burns and cuts. My worse injury being the scrape the originated a few inches above my asshole and terminated in my left armpit. Mission accomplished.
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Fuckin' Ty.
 
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nugsNjugs

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I smoked a splif by myself 1 time in a back yard n decided to try n climb the tree back there.. bad idea.

I jumped up to try to grab a branch n a piece of it jabbed into my hand, I let go n it tore the side of my hand open all the way up my pinky.. blood everywhere nerves n ligaments hanging out...took my buzz away real quick.

A nice little afternoon smoking turned into about 8 hours in the hospital getting almost 30 stitches n my hand n permanent damage to my pinky.

Be careful climbing trees kids
 
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