Finshaggy
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I bet it would be fun to be on a roller coaster tripping, but definitely scary as FUCK. Same with bungee jumping or sky coasters or anything like that.
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dwcannan
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shit was dope me and my brother got on this ride called rhino ralley well they drive you through like the animal part of the park where they are just right outside the jeep. Well the driver was trying to talk to my brother and he was tripping balls with me hes just saying "shit dude look at those zebras stripes" over and over again and the dude just kept asking him his name. So finally i snapped out of it and was like shit dude this buys been trying to talk to us for like 15 minutes lmao, he was probably looking at us tripping like wtf are these kids on lmao
Finshaggy
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I've never tripped at a zoo or anything like that. But I've always wanted to trip at a zoo, or museum, or aquarium. Just some place with cool animals or something.
Finshaggy
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I've always wanted a bear. A bear would just be awesome.
I saw a thing on the news one time where this guy had a bear for a pet. He got it when it was the size of a Twinkie, and when it was a full grown, like 7ft bear, it ate at the dinner table with his family, and let them ride on his back, and it could push a 2 ton boulder, then give its owner a "high-five" without ripping his arm off. It was AMAZING.
And bears are actually smarter and easier to train than dogs. And even Black bears in the wild are somewhat "non dangerous". If you have a flash light or a large stick, and you see a black bear running at you, you can smack it in the nose (hard as fuck) with what you are holding, and it will act like a dog that got told "NO!!". I saw it on a show where this guy has a cabin where the bears migrate through his property, and he waits for them to come every year. He'll have like 15 bears around him, and the only thing he's even had to do was hit them with sticks. The ones you have to worry about are the brown "Grizzly" bears. They'll fuck you up.
And first I'm going to breed some dogs to be smart as shit (by breeding dogs for intelligence, instead of LITERALLY inbreeding them for pedigrees, and start breeding them because: They know how to work a sink, or open doors, or try to talk, or can signal yes/no etc). Then have those dogs raise the bear. The way wolves raise feral human children to act like wolves, I will have a bear that thinks it's a dog. But it will be raised by intelligent dogs, so they will teach it things normal dogs don't know, plus when the dogs realize that the bear is getting huge and that it is more capable of opening jars, doors and other things than they are, they will start teaching it to do things they can't even do.
And to make the dogs (and eventually bear) even smarter (and to find out which ones are smart in the first place) I have a theory. Stoners can relate because we smoke weed, and grow weed. We have a common subject to speak about and recognize about one another...
(almost)EVERY species of animal on Earth has DMT in it, and TONS of plants do. So I believe that ALL animals can relate when on DMT.
I would find a way to smoke DMT or drink Ayahuasca with the animals safely. THEN trip OVER and OVER so that we build a tolerance the molecule is no longer as blatantly "amazing" so that we can actually "work" while tripping. Then get primitive and speak to the animal via body language and tone. (Example: Dogs know when something growls at them, that it is angry.). And basically eventually I hope to find a common language between species. I don't think we should EVER try to send signals into space or speak to aliens until we can speak to the species of this planet, because 1) how would we understand them, and 2) why would they want to talk to a species that treats EVERY species it meets like... Food.
But I believe using this method, I can not only have a bear. But set the stepping stones to integrate bears and dogs into society (over hundreds or thousands of years)
I saw a thing on the news one time where this guy had a bear for a pet. He got it when it was the size of a Twinkie, and when it was a full grown, like 7ft bear, it ate at the dinner table with his family, and let them ride on his back, and it could push a 2 ton boulder, then give its owner a "high-five" without ripping his arm off. It was AMAZING.
And bears are actually smarter and easier to train than dogs. And even Black bears in the wild are somewhat "non dangerous". If you have a flash light or a large stick, and you see a black bear running at you, you can smack it in the nose (hard as fuck) with what you are holding, and it will act like a dog that got told "NO!!". I saw it on a show where this guy has a cabin where the bears migrate through his property, and he waits for them to come every year. He'll have like 15 bears around him, and the only thing he's even had to do was hit them with sticks. The ones you have to worry about are the brown "Grizzly" bears. They'll fuck you up.
And first I'm going to breed some dogs to be smart as shit (by breeding dogs for intelligence, instead of LITERALLY inbreeding them for pedigrees, and start breeding them because: They know how to work a sink, or open doors, or try to talk, or can signal yes/no etc). Then have those dogs raise the bear. The way wolves raise feral human children to act like wolves, I will have a bear that thinks it's a dog. But it will be raised by intelligent dogs, so they will teach it things normal dogs don't know, plus when the dogs realize that the bear is getting huge and that it is more capable of opening jars, doors and other things than they are, they will start teaching it to do things they can't even do.
And to make the dogs (and eventually bear) even smarter (and to find out which ones are smart in the first place) I have a theory. Stoners can relate because we smoke weed, and grow weed. We have a common subject to speak about and recognize about one another...
(almost)EVERY species of animal on Earth has DMT in it, and TONS of plants do. So I believe that ALL animals can relate when on DMT.
I would find a way to smoke DMT or drink Ayahuasca with the animals safely. THEN trip OVER and OVER so that we build a tolerance the molecule is no longer as blatantly "amazing" so that we can actually "work" while tripping. Then get primitive and speak to the animal via body language and tone. (Example: Dogs know when something growls at them, that it is angry.). And basically eventually I hope to find a common language between species. I don't think we should EVER try to send signals into space or speak to aliens until we can speak to the species of this planet, because 1) how would we understand them, and 2) why would they want to talk to a species that treats EVERY species it meets like... Food.
But I believe using this method, I can not only have a bear. But set the stepping stones to integrate bears and dogs into society (over hundreds or thousands of years)
Finshaggy
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Guns have one HUGE negative side effects on "The People". When someone has a gun in their hand, they feel powerful, like they ARE the gun. Now, some people are happy with that feeling of power alone, it makes them feel alive when they go to a target range and fire a few rounds, and that is PERFECTLY FINE. But some people don't have the luxury to just get a membership (or however it works) at a firing range. Some people live in places where everyone is so broke, they could hardly afford the gun, and may now even have a home. When people similar to that OR just people that felt like "hot shit" to begin with, get a gun in their hand, and a sense of power in their being, they are willing to do some crazy things. And sometimes, you end up on the other end of the barrel. These are my stories of being on that end. (and 1 stories of shooting a gun one time in a Public-ish setting, and one time accidentally pointing a gun at a crazy person at a party thinking it was a weighted airsoft gun)
When I was 16 I got a front from a friend of an Oz. But then I got arrested and the bud was at my girlfriends house, so she probably smoked it all. When I got out of jail I was broke as fuck. I borrowed some money from a friend and went back to the guy I owed money to and asked him if I could buy and O, and I would use it t get the money I owed him + money for myself. He agreed to it, and told me where to meet him. So we went to the apartment complex that he had told me to go to (me and my girlfriend and sister). I walked in towards where he said to go and he was standing in the hallway. We started walking and talking and he asked if I had the money, and told me to count it for him. Then we stopped at a door, and he asked for the money. When I handed it to him he pulled out a gun, and told me "You paid me what you owe me". This experience wasn't that bad, because I really didn't think he would shoot me. I just didn't want to fuck with a gun really, and I was only 16. So I just walked away, and they walked away.
I used to work at a grocery store and there was a kid who worked there who smoked and shit, so I chilled with him a few times and he invited me and my sister to a party at his house one day. So we got a ride from a friend and went over there. I'm going to cut to the chase. I was chillin with a girl and she started kissing me and shit. Turns out someone else dosed her with ecstasy via her drink, and they got mad and told their friend I took their girl. The guy who DIDN'T dose her, but was the guys friend came up to me later and said "Want to trade shots?" and I said "What?" and he said "Like I punch you, you punch me". I said "No, I can barely stand up." because I was drunk as fuck. Then he was like, "Just in the chest, no face" so I was like "Whatever" and stood up. Then he punched me in the fuckin face. So I went upstairs to go smoke because that's where everyone was smoking at. Then later me and that girl started doing shit again and I had NO idea she had been given anything. So the guy came out and got all mad and hit me in the face again. I was bleeding all over my face and I was pissed as shit. I was grabbing knifes and shit in the kitchen, but all the bitches came in and started trying to clean my face. Then the guy who's house it was told me to go upstairs and chill in a room for a minute while he calmed everything down. So I chilled there for a minute and found what looked like an aisoft gun to me, and when I picked it up it was heavy. So I figured it was like a weighted CO2 gun, I had seen and held one before. But the gun looked real, so I figured I could use it to scare that dude if I had to. So I put it in my waistband and looked over the railing so I could see the first floor from the second floor where I was. Everyone was in the living room so I could see them, and the kid that kept punching me was in the kitchen with a big knife cutting hiself saying "I'm not afraid to die!!". My sister was down there, and him and her started getting into shit because she thought he was acting crazy and told him so. I went downstairs and pulled the gun on him. A girl that was all beat in the face turned out to be his girlfriend (I swear her face was like rearranged). She was like "SHOOT HIM!!!". Then he just left and stole his girlfriends car. Then everyone left and the only people left were me, my sister, the guy that owned the house and the beat up girlfriend. The guy that owned the house went to work, and the girl who got her car stole ended up calling the police. The police could tell we were high and drunk and took us home to our parents and told them.
This story involves the same kid who "owned" the house in the last story (it was his parents place). One day I ran away from home and wasn't sure where to go yet, so since he had a car and I had his number. I hit him up, and he picked me up. I jumped off the balcony when he got there, and got in his car. I don't think this is the place to tell my entire run-away story (and I actually have 2) but if anyone wants to hear them let me know and I will post them here or somewhere else. But this is how guns were involved, he was ALWAYS wearing a military uniform, like the digital camo. It had his last name on it and everything AND he carried around a gun on his hip all the time, so I ALWAYS believed he was in the military. But this kid was crazy. We would go to an abandon mall in town, that the Police use for training, and we would drink and shoot his gun at the walls and shit. Then one day I got drunk as fuck, and I don't know what the fuck happened but he was trying to drag me to the car at some point and pulled a gun on me. He got me in the back of his car, I busted the window open with my elbow (still have the scars) and ran for it.
I was on probation one time and I ended up smoking weed and knew I would fail my drug test so I said "fuck probation" and stopped going. And to make it harder to find me, I started living with my girlfriend across town. Then one day the police were coming to her house to look for me and we got a heads up on it, so I had to find a place to go. My girl friend called one of her friends and I knew her friends boy friend from school and shit (he gave me a tattoo in history class with gel pen ink and it's still there) so I went and chilled with them. We chilled at their house and smoked for a while. Then eventually me and the dude I knew from school went and walked around "the historic district" which is "the ghetto" basically (ever notice "the East side" is the "bad side" of town? It's because humans spread west and start in the east. So all towns start east and move west, and the east end up being the cheaper houses and they put government housing on that side away from the more suburban areas). We found on of those giant cement circle storm drains and went inside and smoked a bowl. Then he showed me that he had a gun, and asked if I wanted to shoot it. I was like "sure". So we went outside the storm drain thing, and there was a pumpkin there. So I aimed and shot. I don't even think I hit the pumpkin, but it was loud as fuck, so I just handed the gun to him and we ran. Then started walking to act more suspicious when the Mexicans all started coming out to see what happened.
One time I knew some people that were selling bud and I was chillin at their house everyday, helping them by calling friends over to chill and stuff sometimes. I would stay the night over there all the time, I knew the guy that was selling bud because I had met him in Boyscouts when we were younger, and my girlfriend was good friends with his girlfriend. So one night at like 3am I was there and my girlfriend had gone home, and one of the boyscout guys friends that he had known since kindergarten came over. He said "My brother wants a half o, he just wants me too look at it first" So he weighed out a half o, showed him and he left. Then he came back and said "My brother wants me to try some of it". So we smoked with him. Then he left. We had been chilling in the garage because they had a couch and table out there, and some of the roommates didn't smoke so the garage was best. But me and the boyscout guy went inside to count the money and weigh the bud for the night. We had it all out on the table, like 6oz left and like $300 (the kid who we weighed weed out for didn't know how much was there, but had seen all this stuff when we weighed it out for him). The boyscout guys girlfriend was in the garage still watching something on Netflix. She told us what happened, so from here I am going to mix everyone's story together to give you the full story. The same guys car pulled up, but a Mexican walked into the garage, he pulled out a gun and said "You be chill, I'll be chill", the girlfriend was just like "What do you want?" and he said "How many people are inside?" She said "Two, my boyfriend and his friend" (her boyfriend and me). Then he told her, "Tell them to bring the box out" Because we kept everything in a box and he knew it because that fuckin kid told him. She said "[name] bring out the box" and boyscout friend was like "Why the fuck is she asking for the box?" So he went to go see why she asked for it, because it was really weird. So he started walking to the door that led to the garage and suddenly it busted open and there was a big Mexican coming in the house. Boyscout friend slammed the door shut on him and just his arm was in, and we could see the gun. He pushed the door open and had boyscout friend on the ground and pointed the gun at him and said "don't move". Then he pointed the gun at me and told me to sit on the ground. So I did. He grabbed everything off the table and scooped it into the box. Then he ran out of the house, and stole the girlfriends computer on the way out. Then we called the kid who had been coming over and he lied to us saying he hadn't been at the house, but the girlfriend had seen his truck. Then when he hung up and called back some Mexican answered and said "Don't fuck with this kids, you fuck with me." Then my sister ended up LATER dating the kid who drove the Mexican over, and I used to have to tell him to leave and get out baseball bats and shovels and shit (and people in my town know I'll swing that shit on people in my own yard, because I've had to do it a few times before with people on Xanax and shit). But eventually I moved out and didn't have to see him anymore. And now my sister is dating someone else thank god.
In Florida. We were trying to get some weed. We were driving around south of Miami and on the wrong side of the highway. Like the WRONG side. We were drinking and my friend was driving. We stopped at a gas station to get more beer and I saw some guys with gold teeth and do-rags filling up their tank beside us. I asked one of them "Do you know where to get like a 30 sack?" And they were all like "Yeah, we can do that, how much you want for it?" And I was like "Around like 7gs?" and they were like "Yeah, we'll do that". So they told me to follow them, and when my friend got out of the gas station I told him to follow them. We followed them and they parked at a house. The went around to the back yard, then came back around the block and walked at us from the font of the car, instead of the side where the house they "went to" was. One of them was counting money, then he walked up to the driver window and told my friend "I can do you an oz for 50" and my friend was like "we only have 30". So the other guy got in the back seat while this discussion was happening, then after the discussion the guy at the driver side got in the back seat. Then they both pulled out guns and pointed them at us and told us to drive. They told us to empty out pockets, so we did. They got our phones wallets and everything. Then they told us we had to go to the ATM and we were like "We don't have any
When I was 16 I got a front from a friend of an Oz. But then I got arrested and the bud was at my girlfriends house, so she probably smoked it all. When I got out of jail I was broke as fuck. I borrowed some money from a friend and went back to the guy I owed money to and asked him if I could buy and O, and I would use it t get the money I owed him + money for myself. He agreed to it, and told me where to meet him. So we went to the apartment complex that he had told me to go to (me and my girlfriend and sister). I walked in towards where he said to go and he was standing in the hallway. We started walking and talking and he asked if I had the money, and told me to count it for him. Then we stopped at a door, and he asked for the money. When I handed it to him he pulled out a gun, and told me "You paid me what you owe me". This experience wasn't that bad, because I really didn't think he would shoot me. I just didn't want to fuck with a gun really, and I was only 16. So I just walked away, and they walked away.
I used to work at a grocery store and there was a kid who worked there who smoked and shit, so I chilled with him a few times and he invited me and my sister to a party at his house one day. So we got a ride from a friend and went over there. I'm going to cut to the chase. I was chillin with a girl and she started kissing me and shit. Turns out someone else dosed her with ecstasy via her drink, and they got mad and told their friend I took their girl. The guy who DIDN'T dose her, but was the guys friend came up to me later and said "Want to trade shots?" and I said "What?" and he said "Like I punch you, you punch me". I said "No, I can barely stand up." because I was drunk as fuck. Then he was like, "Just in the chest, no face" so I was like "Whatever" and stood up. Then he punched me in the fuckin face. So I went upstairs to go smoke because that's where everyone was smoking at. Then later me and that girl started doing shit again and I had NO idea she had been given anything. So the guy came out and got all mad and hit me in the face again. I was bleeding all over my face and I was pissed as shit. I was grabbing knifes and shit in the kitchen, but all the bitches came in and started trying to clean my face. Then the guy who's house it was told me to go upstairs and chill in a room for a minute while he calmed everything down. So I chilled there for a minute and found what looked like an aisoft gun to me, and when I picked it up it was heavy. So I figured it was like a weighted CO2 gun, I had seen and held one before. But the gun looked real, so I figured I could use it to scare that dude if I had to. So I put it in my waistband and looked over the railing so I could see the first floor from the second floor where I was. Everyone was in the living room so I could see them, and the kid that kept punching me was in the kitchen with a big knife cutting hiself saying "I'm not afraid to die!!". My sister was down there, and him and her started getting into shit because she thought he was acting crazy and told him so. I went downstairs and pulled the gun on him. A girl that was all beat in the face turned out to be his girlfriend (I swear her face was like rearranged). She was like "SHOOT HIM!!!". Then he just left and stole his girlfriends car. Then everyone left and the only people left were me, my sister, the guy that owned the house and the beat up girlfriend. The guy that owned the house went to work, and the girl who got her car stole ended up calling the police. The police could tell we were high and drunk and took us home to our parents and told them.
This story involves the same kid who "owned" the house in the last story (it was his parents place). One day I ran away from home and wasn't sure where to go yet, so since he had a car and I had his number. I hit him up, and he picked me up. I jumped off the balcony when he got there, and got in his car. I don't think this is the place to tell my entire run-away story (and I actually have 2) but if anyone wants to hear them let me know and I will post them here or somewhere else. But this is how guns were involved, he was ALWAYS wearing a military uniform, like the digital camo. It had his last name on it and everything AND he carried around a gun on his hip all the time, so I ALWAYS believed he was in the military. But this kid was crazy. We would go to an abandon mall in town, that the Police use for training, and we would drink and shoot his gun at the walls and shit. Then one day I got drunk as fuck, and I don't know what the fuck happened but he was trying to drag me to the car at some point and pulled a gun on me. He got me in the back of his car, I busted the window open with my elbow (still have the scars) and ran for it.
I was on probation one time and I ended up smoking weed and knew I would fail my drug test so I said "fuck probation" and stopped going. And to make it harder to find me, I started living with my girlfriend across town. Then one day the police were coming to her house to look for me and we got a heads up on it, so I had to find a place to go. My girl friend called one of her friends and I knew her friends boy friend from school and shit (he gave me a tattoo in history class with gel pen ink and it's still there) so I went and chilled with them. We chilled at their house and smoked for a while. Then eventually me and the dude I knew from school went and walked around "the historic district" which is "the ghetto" basically (ever notice "the East side" is the "bad side" of town? It's because humans spread west and start in the east. So all towns start east and move west, and the east end up being the cheaper houses and they put government housing on that side away from the more suburban areas). We found on of those giant cement circle storm drains and went inside and smoked a bowl. Then he showed me that he had a gun, and asked if I wanted to shoot it. I was like "sure". So we went outside the storm drain thing, and there was a pumpkin there. So I aimed and shot. I don't even think I hit the pumpkin, but it was loud as fuck, so I just handed the gun to him and we ran. Then started walking to act more suspicious when the Mexicans all started coming out to see what happened.
One time I knew some people that were selling bud and I was chillin at their house everyday, helping them by calling friends over to chill and stuff sometimes. I would stay the night over there all the time, I knew the guy that was selling bud because I had met him in Boyscouts when we were younger, and my girlfriend was good friends with his girlfriend. So one night at like 3am I was there and my girlfriend had gone home, and one of the boyscout guys friends that he had known since kindergarten came over. He said "My brother wants a half o, he just wants me too look at it first" So he weighed out a half o, showed him and he left. Then he came back and said "My brother wants me to try some of it". So we smoked with him. Then he left. We had been chilling in the garage because they had a couch and table out there, and some of the roommates didn't smoke so the garage was best. But me and the boyscout guy went inside to count the money and weigh the bud for the night. We had it all out on the table, like 6oz left and like $300 (the kid who we weighed weed out for didn't know how much was there, but had seen all this stuff when we weighed it out for him). The boyscout guys girlfriend was in the garage still watching something on Netflix. She told us what happened, so from here I am going to mix everyone's story together to give you the full story. The same guys car pulled up, but a Mexican walked into the garage, he pulled out a gun and said "You be chill, I'll be chill", the girlfriend was just like "What do you want?" and he said "How many people are inside?" She said "Two, my boyfriend and his friend" (her boyfriend and me). Then he told her, "Tell them to bring the box out" Because we kept everything in a box and he knew it because that fuckin kid told him. She said "[name] bring out the box" and boyscout friend was like "Why the fuck is she asking for the box?" So he went to go see why she asked for it, because it was really weird. So he started walking to the door that led to the garage and suddenly it busted open and there was a big Mexican coming in the house. Boyscout friend slammed the door shut on him and just his arm was in, and we could see the gun. He pushed the door open and had boyscout friend on the ground and pointed the gun at him and said "don't move". Then he pointed the gun at me and told me to sit on the ground. So I did. He grabbed everything off the table and scooped it into the box. Then he ran out of the house, and stole the girlfriends computer on the way out. Then we called the kid who had been coming over and he lied to us saying he hadn't been at the house, but the girlfriend had seen his truck. Then when he hung up and called back some Mexican answered and said "Don't fuck with this kids, you fuck with me." Then my sister ended up LATER dating the kid who drove the Mexican over, and I used to have to tell him to leave and get out baseball bats and shovels and shit (and people in my town know I'll swing that shit on people in my own yard, because I've had to do it a few times before with people on Xanax and shit). But eventually I moved out and didn't have to see him anymore. And now my sister is dating someone else thank god.
In Florida. We were trying to get some weed. We were driving around south of Miami and on the wrong side of the highway. Like the WRONG side. We were drinking and my friend was driving. We stopped at a gas station to get more beer and I saw some guys with gold teeth and do-rags filling up their tank beside us. I asked one of them "Do you know where to get like a 30 sack?" And they were all like "Yeah, we can do that, how much you want for it?" And I was like "Around like 7gs?" and they were like "Yeah, we'll do that". So they told me to follow them, and when my friend got out of the gas station I told him to follow them. We followed them and they parked at a house. The went around to the back yard, then came back around the block and walked at us from the font of the car, instead of the side where the house they "went to" was. One of them was counting money, then he walked up to the driver window and told my friend "I can do you an oz for 50" and my friend was like "we only have 30". So the other guy got in the back seat while this discussion was happening, then after the discussion the guy at the driver side got in the back seat. Then they both pulled out guns and pointed them at us and told us to drive. They told us to empty out pockets, so we did. They got our phones wallets and everything. Then they told us we had to go to the ATM and we were like "We don't have any
Finshaggy
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Here's a couple stories that I was told once, by an old man (50-60) in east Texas
His name was Danny
When he was younger, Danny's dad's job for some reason involved him talking to a bunch of people with strange animals, that they could no longer afford, or were no longer allowed to own...
So he would brings some animals home sometimes. He said they had had pet rabbits, deer, armadillo, but the funnest of all, and the type of animal he continued to love and raise when he got older was monkies
So he used to have a spider monkey, this was when he was like 20something, that would stand on his shoulder, with a chain around it's neck, that he held as a leash. He had long ass hair, and one day he was walking somewhere, and passed a construction site.
All the Mexicans at the construction site were fake flirting, and making fun of him for looking like a girl. But he ignored them...
But he had to walk past them later that day.
The Mexicans did the same thing again, except this time one of them came up to him as if he was going to try to fight him or something.
The dude got in his face, and he let go of the chain. The monkey jumped on the Mexican, bit him in the face, and jumped back on Danny's shoulder, as the Mexican ran away yelling. That shit would hurt like shit...
Ok, monkey story #2
So Danny at another time in his life, had a monkey called a "Kinkajou" (May be spelled wrong) which is a nocturnal bear/monkey...
It has a Bear face, Monkey hand, a monkey tail, and a little bear body. It's up ALL night...
So this thing liked to wrestle right, it would wake him up in the middle of the night, and he said it was like having a little room mate that wanted to play all the time
But it would wake him up all the time
But one day, he came outside, and the neighbor came outside, because the neighbors dog was barking like crazy...
The dog was barking at the monkey, and the monkey was freaking out too.
The neighbor yelled "You better keep your monkey away from my dog" (A German Shepard)
And Danny said back, "You better keep your dog away from my monkey"
And they each took their animals inside...
Then one day, the monkey was in a tree...And these things don't eat meat, but they have natural predators, and they have to protect themselves. Now, what they have is like bear claws, on monkey hands...
So they go for the kill....
The monkey was hanging in a tree...
The dog, unsuspecting, walks under...
The monkey dropped down on the dogs back, ripped its throat out with its hands...
And walked away, maybe into the tree again...
When he was younger, Danny's dad's job for some reason involved him talking to a bunch of people with strange animals, that they could no longer afford, or were no longer allowed to own...
So he would brings some animals home sometimes. He said they had had pet rabbits, deer, armadillo, but the funnest of all, and the type of animal he continued to love and raise when he got older was monkies
So he used to have a spider monkey, this was when he was like 20something, that would stand on his shoulder, with a chain around it's neck, that he held as a leash. He had long ass hair, and one day he was walking somewhere, and passed a construction site.
All the Mexicans at the construction site were fake flirting, and making fun of him for looking like a girl. But he ignored them...
But he had to walk past them later that day.
The Mexicans did the same thing again, except this time one of them came up to him as if he was going to try to fight him or something.
The dude got in his face, and he let go of the chain. The monkey jumped on the Mexican, bit him in the face, and jumped back on Danny's shoulder, as the Mexican ran away yelling. That shit would hurt like shit...
Ok, monkey story #2
So Danny at another time in his life, had a monkey called a "Kinkajou" (May be spelled wrong) which is a nocturnal bear/monkey...
It has a Bear face, Monkey hand, a monkey tail, and a little bear body. It's up ALL night...
So this thing liked to wrestle right, it would wake him up in the middle of the night, and he said it was like having a little room mate that wanted to play all the time
But it would wake him up all the time
But one day, he came outside, and the neighbor came outside, because the neighbors dog was barking like crazy...
The dog was barking at the monkey, and the monkey was freaking out too.
The neighbor yelled "You better keep your monkey away from my dog" (A German Shepard)
And Danny said back, "You better keep your dog away from my monkey"
And they each took their animals inside...
Then one day, the monkey was in a tree...And these things don't eat meat, but they have natural predators, and they have to protect themselves. Now, what they have is like bear claws, on monkey hands...
So they go for the kill....
The monkey was hanging in a tree...
The dog, unsuspecting, walks under...
The monkey dropped down on the dogs back, ripped its throat out with its hands...
And walked away, maybe into the tree again...
Finshaggy
Well-Known Member
First time I got high
So I'm 14, and I'm at a friends house...
Before this week, I thought I would die if I smoked ANYTHING, because I have asthma.
But I found a pack of cigarettes, opened, but full and unharmed on the side of the road, with the foil part still closed
Once I smoked that, and weed was offered. I was SOO ready to smoke weed
So I was at my friends house, and his mom an brother (that was the rest of the family) went to sleep.
He started looking around for something, searching in drawers, behind books, everywhere...
I asked what he was looking for and he said "My Mom's weed, it's in a little baggie"
So I started helping him look. We ended up finding it in the drawer in front of/under the computer. It was a little baggie, with about 7g of Reggie in it...He pulled out maybe .1-.2
We both tried out best to roll a joint out of it(Using Christmas bag stuffing paper that his mom had cut perfectly shaped sitting with the weed, and ended up smoking his joint which we declared was better, but still was shitty.
He had smoked before, with and without his mom. But I had never ever smoked before at all. So he told me to hold it in, and how long it was going to take and everything.
I didn't really feel anything, so we went and got a little more weed(like .3 this time), and used an Eclipse tin, gum container, with holes in strategic places, instead of a joint.
So after about 10 minutes it REALLY started to kick in
I was just laughin, and watching him play Zelda (The Twilight Princess).
He was at the part where you sumo wrestle the mayor...There are three options while fighting...It's like slap, grab, sidestep. And it's essentially rock, paper, scissors. But he didn't know that, and he kept losing the match, and once I notice it was Ro,Pa,Sc I told him " ... is paper ... is rock ... and ... is scissors."
He said "Here, you do it." So I tried, but I never play Zelda, I watched my 10-year-older-than-me step sister play when I was little, but I had never really played Zelda. So when I tried it, I lost too.
But I explained it to him again, and told him to do it.
So he did, and won.
After that we played Time Splitter, and everything seemed like it was going is slowmotion, which made me REALLY good at sniping
After that we went to sleep, because it was already pretty late when we smoked
This next story is the 2nd or 3rd time I got high...
So we smoked in the woods, before our walk to Wednesday youth group at the church
We smoked a couple bowls, and were properly toasted, so we decided to start our walk (Me and one other friend)
We were walking through the very suburby neighborhood, and as we were walking. It felt as if we were walking, but the houses were staying still. As if we had a treadmill in the middle of the street, and no matter HOW fast we ran, or how weird we jumped, there was no way to out run it. And we were both just being weird, trying to make the houses move as we walked, but the wouldn't. It felt like were weren't moving at all...
By finally we made it to the fence by a golf course we had to cross. We hopped the fence, and started walking....
All the sudden I stepped in quick sand, I was sinking. Then I realized, it was just a sand trap...
Then my friend yelled as if something crazy were happening, and I said "It's just a sand trap." So he stopped freaking out, and we laughed about it...
So we finally got tot he other side, and jumped the fence. When we jumped, I looked and the neighborhood we were in was THE SAME one as before, we never even went on the golf course...
But then I realized we HAD gone on the golf course, and this was another neighborhood, that just looked the same to me as the other one.
My friends jumped the fence right after me and was like "WHATTT?!?!"
And I told him, "It's a different neighborhood, it just looks the same."
And he says, "That's like the second time, you can read my fuckin mind
"
But then I told him the same things had just happened to me moments before, and we laughed.
Then we got to the church and met up with another friend. Him and the friends I had came with, noticed a jacket laying int he middle of the parking lot, and decided to go get it.
But I didn't want to walk that far. But then sitting there, it felt like it had been 10 minutes, so I went to catch up with them...
I was kinda jogging across a semi constructed new part of the church, when all the sudden I died...
In front of me was black, beside me on both sides was back, and I assumed behind me was black. But I was trapped, and didn't even have enough room to turn my body or anything...
Then I looked up
I had fallin in some kind of ditch in the construction site, that was really thin because they were probably just going to bury a pipe there or something.
But I climbed out, and met up with them...
We got the jacket went to church, and that's it...
So I'm 14, and I'm at a friends house...
Before this week, I thought I would die if I smoked ANYTHING, because I have asthma.
But I found a pack of cigarettes, opened, but full and unharmed on the side of the road, with the foil part still closed
Once I smoked that, and weed was offered. I was SOO ready to smoke weed
So I was at my friends house, and his mom an brother (that was the rest of the family) went to sleep.
He started looking around for something, searching in drawers, behind books, everywhere...
I asked what he was looking for and he said "My Mom's weed, it's in a little baggie"
So I started helping him look. We ended up finding it in the drawer in front of/under the computer. It was a little baggie, with about 7g of Reggie in it...He pulled out maybe .1-.2
We both tried out best to roll a joint out of it(Using Christmas bag stuffing paper that his mom had cut perfectly shaped sitting with the weed, and ended up smoking his joint which we declared was better, but still was shitty.
He had smoked before, with and without his mom. But I had never ever smoked before at all. So he told me to hold it in, and how long it was going to take and everything.
I didn't really feel anything, so we went and got a little more weed(like .3 this time), and used an Eclipse tin, gum container, with holes in strategic places, instead of a joint.
So after about 10 minutes it REALLY started to kick in
I was just laughin, and watching him play Zelda (The Twilight Princess).
He was at the part where you sumo wrestle the mayor...There are three options while fighting...It's like slap, grab, sidestep. And it's essentially rock, paper, scissors. But he didn't know that, and he kept losing the match, and once I notice it was Ro,Pa,Sc I told him " ... is paper ... is rock ... and ... is scissors."
He said "Here, you do it." So I tried, but I never play Zelda, I watched my 10-year-older-than-me step sister play when I was little, but I had never really played Zelda. So when I tried it, I lost too.
But I explained it to him again, and told him to do it.
So he did, and won.
After that we played Time Splitter, and everything seemed like it was going is slowmotion, which made me REALLY good at sniping
After that we went to sleep, because it was already pretty late when we smoked
So we smoked in the woods, before our walk to Wednesday youth group at the church
We smoked a couple bowls, and were properly toasted, so we decided to start our walk (Me and one other friend)
We were walking through the very suburby neighborhood, and as we were walking. It felt as if we were walking, but the houses were staying still. As if we had a treadmill in the middle of the street, and no matter HOW fast we ran, or how weird we jumped, there was no way to out run it. And we were both just being weird, trying to make the houses move as we walked, but the wouldn't. It felt like were weren't moving at all...
By finally we made it to the fence by a golf course we had to cross. We hopped the fence, and started walking....
All the sudden I stepped in quick sand, I was sinking. Then I realized, it was just a sand trap...
Then my friend yelled as if something crazy were happening, and I said "It's just a sand trap." So he stopped freaking out, and we laughed about it...
So we finally got tot he other side, and jumped the fence. When we jumped, I looked and the neighborhood we were in was THE SAME one as before, we never even went on the golf course...
But then I realized we HAD gone on the golf course, and this was another neighborhood, that just looked the same to me as the other one.
My friends jumped the fence right after me and was like "WHATTT?!?!"
And I told him, "It's a different neighborhood, it just looks the same."
And he says, "That's like the second time, you can read my fuckin mind
But then I told him the same things had just happened to me moments before, and we laughed.
Then we got to the church and met up with another friend. Him and the friends I had came with, noticed a jacket laying int he middle of the parking lot, and decided to go get it.
But I didn't want to walk that far. But then sitting there, it felt like it had been 10 minutes, so I went to catch up with them...
I was kinda jogging across a semi constructed new part of the church, when all the sudden I died...
In front of me was black, beside me on both sides was back, and I assumed behind me was black. But I was trapped, and didn't even have enough room to turn my body or anything...
Then I looked up
I had fallin in some kind of ditch in the construction site, that was really thin because they were probably just going to bury a pipe there or something.
But I climbed out, and met up with them...
We got the jacket went to church, and that's it...
Finshaggy
Well-Known Member
I had only smoked once (the story is written above). But we were going to spend $90 on our first sack. Me and my best friend, got some of our Christmas money together, and I talked to my friends dealer. I gave him the money, and he said he would have it to us later that week (looking back that was a stupid, dumbass, dipshit move. But it ended not going bad
)
So we waited
The next day he came up to me and handed me a sack. He said somebody else had given him $20, but then not showed up to school. So he needed to get rid of it, and gave it to me. I had some paper that I could use as joint paper, and used it to roll up a joint, and hid it in my jacket. I was going to smoke it on the way to the outdoor classrooms, in portable trailer type things. But I got to math class, and showed the sack to a couple of friends who were long time stoners, and one of them told me "Smoke a bowl." (Out of a metal 'Eclipse' gum container I had, that was rigged to be a pipe)
I said "No, were in class."
But he kept saying "Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ..."
And I kept saying, "I'm in a classroom... ...We're taking a quiz... ...NO... ..."
But finally I was done with my quiz and he said, "Smoke a bowl. I'll sit on your desk, and you can use your backpack to block the side."
So finally I gave in.
He sat on my desk, and I put my backpack up, to create like a wall. I broke up some bud, and put it on the holes poked into the side of the gum container.
I flicked the lighter, and hit it once.
My friends SLAMMED his hand down on my desk, and confused, I went to take another hit.
He slammed his hand down again and said, "He's coming!" And I hid the pipe and lighter beside me RIGHT AS the teacher was walking up...
He looked at me, and he said, "That was obvious."
Me and my stoner friends in the class each grabbed a bottle of Ax cologne, and sprayed it as we ran out of the class...I hid my weed, and freaked out the rest of the day. But nothing happened.
Later that week I was in History(with the sack on me), the classroom door was open, and the Principle walked in the doorway, and began to scan the classroom. His eyes stopped on me...He pointed his walkie talkie, and said "Have a nice day." But I freaked the fuck out, and the girl next to me said, "You look like you just saw a ghost."
Later in that SAME class period I got called down to the office. I asked the girl next to me to hold the weed, and she did. Then I went to the office.
When I got to the office I knew I was fucked, I was just fucked.
They told me, "Go to the assistant principals office."
I went in, and my friend was sitting there. Earlier that day, she had decided to wear her slippers, and had given me her shoes to hold in my backpack, so that she didn't have to carry them around all day.
The teachers didn't want her wearing slippers, and needed me to give her her shoes.
Fuckin RELIEVED.
...
...
Then a couple days later, I fell asleep in my 3rd period class.
I woke up. And the assistant principal was in my classroom, he said " (My name) come with me."
And I asked, "Should I bring my backpack?"
He said, "Yes."
When they say "yes", that means they want to search you...So I knew I was fucked, I had the weed on me...
We went to hos office, and a cop came in.
They went through my backpack together and found nothing. Then asked me to empty my pockets.
I had a couple lighters and said, "I found those."
They said, "You aren't supposed to have them." and I apologized...
Then the ass. principle (
) says, "Let me see your phone."
I said, "My phone is right there."
He said, "Then what's that?"
I said, "My belt buckle."
He said, "Take off your belt."
And hidden behind my belt buckle, was THE TINIEST little sack of weed. Like, you could curl your pinky around it.
And it fell to the ground...
The cop said, "What's that?"
I said, "I don't know."
But he of course, already knew.
So he took me to jail...
So we waited
The next day he came up to me and handed me a sack. He said somebody else had given him $20, but then not showed up to school. So he needed to get rid of it, and gave it to me. I had some paper that I could use as joint paper, and used it to roll up a joint, and hid it in my jacket. I was going to smoke it on the way to the outdoor classrooms, in portable trailer type things. But I got to math class, and showed the sack to a couple of friends who were long time stoners, and one of them told me "Smoke a bowl." (Out of a metal 'Eclipse' gum container I had, that was rigged to be a pipe)
I said "No, were in class."
But he kept saying "Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ...Smoke a bowl... ..."
And I kept saying, "I'm in a classroom... ...We're taking a quiz... ...NO... ..."
But finally I was done with my quiz and he said, "Smoke a bowl. I'll sit on your desk, and you can use your backpack to block the side."
So finally I gave in.
He sat on my desk, and I put my backpack up, to create like a wall. I broke up some bud, and put it on the holes poked into the side of the gum container.
I flicked the lighter, and hit it once.
My friends SLAMMED his hand down on my desk, and confused, I went to take another hit.
He slammed his hand down again and said, "He's coming!" And I hid the pipe and lighter beside me RIGHT AS the teacher was walking up...
He looked at me, and he said, "That was obvious."
Me and my stoner friends in the class each grabbed a bottle of Ax cologne, and sprayed it as we ran out of the class...I hid my weed, and freaked out the rest of the day. But nothing happened.
Later that week I was in History(with the sack on me), the classroom door was open, and the Principle walked in the doorway, and began to scan the classroom. His eyes stopped on me...He pointed his walkie talkie, and said "Have a nice day." But I freaked the fuck out, and the girl next to me said, "You look like you just saw a ghost."
Later in that SAME class period I got called down to the office. I asked the girl next to me to hold the weed, and she did. Then I went to the office.
When I got to the office I knew I was fucked, I was just fucked.
They told me, "Go to the assistant principals office."
I went in, and my friend was sitting there. Earlier that day, she had decided to wear her slippers, and had given me her shoes to hold in my backpack, so that she didn't have to carry them around all day.
The teachers didn't want her wearing slippers, and needed me to give her her shoes.
Fuckin RELIEVED.
...
...
Then a couple days later, I fell asleep in my 3rd period class.
I woke up. And the assistant principal was in my classroom, he said " (My name) come with me."
And I asked, "Should I bring my backpack?"
He said, "Yes."
When they say "yes", that means they want to search you...So I knew I was fucked, I had the weed on me...
We went to hos office, and a cop came in.
They went through my backpack together and found nothing. Then asked me to empty my pockets.
I had a couple lighters and said, "I found those."
They said, "You aren't supposed to have them." and I apologized...
Then the ass. principle (
I said, "My phone is right there."
He said, "Then what's that?"
I said, "My belt buckle."
He said, "Take off your belt."
And hidden behind my belt buckle, was THE TINIEST little sack of weed. Like, you could curl your pinky around it.
And it fell to the ground...
The cop said, "What's that?"
I said, "I don't know."
But he of course, already knew.
So he took me to jail...
Finshaggy
Well-Known Member
When I was sixteen, I was on probation, and wanted to leave my town. But I knew I couldn't just go hide somewhere IN town, or ONE town over...That wouldn't work.
So I had to find a way to get WAY further. So I started planning with an X girlfriend of mine, we would go to her dad's house in East Texas. I just had to get a little money, and someone to drive us
So I made phone calls every night, and had no luck.
I saved up a little money from work, and had like $120.
I couldn't find a ride, and it was THE day the plan was supposed to be happening...
I was taking classes at the local community college, and asked someone in my Philosophy class "If I pay for gas, and smoke you out the whole time, will you give me and a friend a ride?"
And he said "Yes"
So after class I got in his car, and we went to my house to get my stuff.
I texted my X girlfriend (I'm gonna call her "Lo" from now on) and told her we were coming to get her.
Lo skipped to get out of school, and came with us. We went to her house, and she got some clothes and stuff. Then grabbed a big jug of change her parents had. And we went and coinstarred it.
Then we went to the drivers house, and he called a dealer, so that we could get some bud, and leave.
We got the bud, got some papers, filled up the tank and left headed East
We went about two hours, till we were in the middle of "Bumfuck nowhere" as they called it. "The Boons" Or "The Sticks" to most people.
Lo called the house her dad lived at, and his girlfriend came to get us.
Lo hadn't told them that SHE, OR that I was coming. She told NO ONE, and didn't warn me that she had told no one we were coming.
But her dad's girlfriend came and got us, and within ten minutes of meeting her, told us she was inbred.
"Your daddy is real excited to see you...He's told me so much about you...Most of my family is inbred..."
So we got to the house, and decided to chill outside for a little while, and smoke a joint.
While we were outside her dad got home(Who had no idea I was there, and hadn't seen his daughter in 10+ years), and wanted to smoke another joint of what we had.
He had NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER seen weed without seeds...EVER
So we blazed that, and that was just one toke over the line for me...
We had blazed the WHOLE car ride, we had blazed RIGHT before this, and we were blazing RIGHT then. I just got sick, and threw up in the sink, then went outside and started throwing up more.
Lo's dad had some new babies (3 of them), and Lo's girlfriends mom was the one that owned the house. She didn't smoke but she rolled ALL of our joints for us, and played pac man on her TV ALL day, and I would play with her sometimes. She was 50 somethin, and I was only like 15-16, but she was cool as shit.
This house is where I met Danny, who told the monkey stories that are written above.
We would just chill and blaze all day, and I did lawn work on their 2-3 acres, in exchange for food, and to stay there.
Lo's dad got us an RV, and we were going to get (she and her dad eventually DID get) electricity and plumbing to it, and we were going to live in it.
We would always tell her dad "We're going to go clean the RV" And it was a stinky RV, so we would smoke, and considered that to be a form of "Cleaning".
Her dad tried to get mushrooms for us one night, but the people that went and picked them got in the truck, and all night the guy called, and they said "We're in the way"
EVERY TIME
But they never came.
The next morning, they came by and said "Sorry, we ate a bunch of mushrooms while we were pickin, and we got in the car, and thought it was moving. Hours later, we realized, there weren't even keys in the car. And then we decided we weren't ok to drive."
One day Lo's dad took me to a friends house and told him "I need you to hold a package for me."
He thought it was going to be guns, or heroin, or something CRAZY. (Lo's dad USED to be a crazy fuck) But it was just me
When I got there, he told me "I just got out of the pen, don't fuck with me. Don't try to fuck my old lady(wife), and we'll be fine."
Then we just sat around and watched a "That 70's show" marathon ALL day.
At one point this guys older son, hit the younger son in the face.
The dad told him, "Go stand in the corner." He got PISSED, but knew not to fuck with his dad, and went to the corner.
Then the dad turned and said to me, "That boys gonna end up in jail."
A week into my stay in East Texas, the police found out where I was.
They came to the house one day, and we were smoking RIGHT by the front door, RIGHT by a window (On 2-3 acres, in the boons) and they may have seen me. But I ducked under the table, and crawled in the back room. They knocked, and asked some questions.
Then a couple days later, the police came back and I was asleep in the RV, the threatened to take the families children, and they brought them to me.
I woke up to some knocking,
I went to the door, and looked out the little window, I saw police. In my head I said "Shit" out loud I said, "What?"
They said "You need to come out."
I said, "I don't want to."
Then they told me they couldn't leave without me, and that I had to come out, or they would come get me.
So I came out.
They were super nice, I expected handcuffs (Probation Runaway) but they said, "You aren't under arrest, we just HAVE to go get any underage runaways." Told me to get my bags, and drove me to the Sheriff station.
There we watched Obama on TV, and recordings of DWI arrests
My dad, and step dad picked me up.
And took me to the juvenile detention center in my home town...
So I had to find a way to get WAY further. So I started planning with an X girlfriend of mine, we would go to her dad's house in East Texas. I just had to get a little money, and someone to drive us
So I made phone calls every night, and had no luck.
I saved up a little money from work, and had like $120.
I couldn't find a ride, and it was THE day the plan was supposed to be happening...
I was taking classes at the local community college, and asked someone in my Philosophy class "If I pay for gas, and smoke you out the whole time, will you give me and a friend a ride?"
And he said "Yes"
So after class I got in his car, and we went to my house to get my stuff.
I texted my X girlfriend (I'm gonna call her "Lo" from now on) and told her we were coming to get her.
Lo skipped to get out of school, and came with us. We went to her house, and she got some clothes and stuff. Then grabbed a big jug of change her parents had. And we went and coinstarred it.
Then we went to the drivers house, and he called a dealer, so that we could get some bud, and leave.
We got the bud, got some papers, filled up the tank and left headed East
We went about two hours, till we were in the middle of "Bumfuck nowhere" as they called it. "The Boons" Or "The Sticks" to most people.
Lo called the house her dad lived at, and his girlfriend came to get us.
Lo hadn't told them that SHE, OR that I was coming. She told NO ONE, and didn't warn me that she had told no one we were coming.
But her dad's girlfriend came and got us, and within ten minutes of meeting her, told us she was inbred.
"Your daddy is real excited to see you...He's told me so much about you...Most of my family is inbred..."
So we got to the house, and decided to chill outside for a little while, and smoke a joint.
While we were outside her dad got home(Who had no idea I was there, and hadn't seen his daughter in 10+ years), and wanted to smoke another joint of what we had.
He had NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER seen weed without seeds...EVER
So we blazed that, and that was just one toke over the line for me...
We had blazed the WHOLE car ride, we had blazed RIGHT before this, and we were blazing RIGHT then. I just got sick, and threw up in the sink, then went outside and started throwing up more.
Lo's dad had some new babies (3 of them), and Lo's girlfriends mom was the one that owned the house. She didn't smoke but she rolled ALL of our joints for us, and played pac man on her TV ALL day, and I would play with her sometimes. She was 50 somethin, and I was only like 15-16, but she was cool as shit.
This house is where I met Danny, who told the monkey stories that are written above.
We would just chill and blaze all day, and I did lawn work on their 2-3 acres, in exchange for food, and to stay there.
Lo's dad got us an RV, and we were going to get (she and her dad eventually DID get) electricity and plumbing to it, and we were going to live in it.
We would always tell her dad "We're going to go clean the RV" And it was a stinky RV, so we would smoke, and considered that to be a form of "Cleaning".
Her dad tried to get mushrooms for us one night, but the people that went and picked them got in the truck, and all night the guy called, and they said "We're in the way"
EVERY TIME
But they never came.
The next morning, they came by and said "Sorry, we ate a bunch of mushrooms while we were pickin, and we got in the car, and thought it was moving. Hours later, we realized, there weren't even keys in the car. And then we decided we weren't ok to drive."
One day Lo's dad took me to a friends house and told him "I need you to hold a package for me."
He thought it was going to be guns, or heroin, or something CRAZY. (Lo's dad USED to be a crazy fuck) But it was just me
When I got there, he told me "I just got out of the pen, don't fuck with me. Don't try to fuck my old lady(wife), and we'll be fine."
Then we just sat around and watched a "That 70's show" marathon ALL day.
At one point this guys older son, hit the younger son in the face.
The dad told him, "Go stand in the corner." He got PISSED, but knew not to fuck with his dad, and went to the corner.
Then the dad turned and said to me, "That boys gonna end up in jail."
A week into my stay in East Texas, the police found out where I was.
They came to the house one day, and we were smoking RIGHT by the front door, RIGHT by a window (On 2-3 acres, in the boons) and they may have seen me. But I ducked under the table, and crawled in the back room. They knocked, and asked some questions.
Then a couple days later, the police came back and I was asleep in the RV, the threatened to take the families children, and they brought them to me.
I woke up to some knocking,
I went to the door, and looked out the little window, I saw police. In my head I said "Shit" out loud I said, "What?"
They said "You need to come out."
I said, "I don't want to."
Then they told me they couldn't leave without me, and that I had to come out, or they would come get me.
So I came out.
They were super nice, I expected handcuffs (Probation Runaway) but they said, "You aren't under arrest, we just HAVE to go get any underage runaways." Told me to get my bags, and drove me to the Sheriff station.
There we watched Obama on TV, and recordings of DWI arrests
My dad, and step dad picked me up.
And took me to the juvenile detention center in my home town...
Finshaggy
Well-Known Member
I lived in Colorado in 2011-(part of)2012 and had a medical card, but I have been here for 2 months without one. It JUST came in the mail finally, and The Pharm looked to have the BEST prices in the Pueblo area. So I went there. The lady that was working there was really nice and we talked about a bunch of different stuff. I wanted to get an eighth, and she asked if I liked Sativa or Indica better. I said Indica because I like to "feel" it more. I like to KNOW I'm stoned. But there are some good Sativas that I'll write 17 pages of a book while I smoke it (try Mr.Smiley, not sure where to find it, I only got it that strain Florida) But she suggested Durban Berry. There was a strain called "Purple Budha" and I hope it's still there next time I go because I want to try that too. But I got some Durban Berry. We drove home and I just got to smoke a bowl and I'm PRETTY high right now. 
Haven't had dispensary weed since Aug 2012 and I forgot how good it was. I miss these high's. I feel the Indica in my eyes, and I'm definitely stoned. GREAT bud. And she was saying this isn't even their best shit. When they harvest it will be even BETTER 
The staff was great, suggested a great strain and they had good prices. I'm DEFINITELY going back.
Haven't had dispensary weed since Aug 2012 and I forgot how good it was. I miss these high's. I feel the Indica in my eyes, and I'm definitely stoned. GREAT bud. And she was saying this isn't even their best shit. When they harvest it will be even BETTER The staff was great, suggested a great strain and they had good prices. I'm DEFINITELY going back.
Finshaggy
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I feel like since this thread is called "Adventure Time with FinShaggy" That it should include dispensary stuff that I do. Since that kind of is "Adventure Time" for people who had never been in one, and I may even get videos of the inside of a dispensary here soon. I Already have pictures of the inside of "TrenchTown" in Denver AND pictures of like 50 strains from there. But I want to make a video somewhere.
Finshaggy
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Alright, I should still have ^^these^^ VERY soon... But now I will also have some 6-APB... So there will be a few more combo's going down, and reports than expected. Stay tunedI should have some 25I VERY soonAnd will be back with reports of 25I-NBOMe and it's VERY close cousin 25I-NBOH. The latter having MUCH less information available on it. Also, I will be able to compare the experience to various 2c-I and Mushroom trips that I have had, as well as an LSD trip. And most importantly, I will be able to compare them to each other. Which there is even LESS information online for than there is for NBOH itself. I also have a few experiences with MDMA which I will possibly be using to compare to low doses of both NBOMe and NBOH, unless low doses are more comparable to 2c-I. Which is illegal now, but was like rolls and mushrooms mixedAnd just so EVERYONE knows. This stuff is POTENT. 200-500 MICROgrams is threshold. 800mcg-1mg (1000mcg) is average. And 2mg (2000mcg) is PUSHING it, but some people have reported going higher than that even.
Should have some LSD and MDMA type reports real soon 
So, look forward to that if you are into RC's
Finshaggy
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WOW...
I took about 80mg slowly over 20-ish minutes. And it started to hit about 45 minutes in...
First thing I noticed was my hands wanted to move, so I was moving my fingers. Then shadows started looking strange and slowly the carpet would move if I stared at it. Then my friend dosed. Both of our pupils were HUGE, we were EXTREMELY talkative and I was personally having wavy visuals and felt AMAZING all night. Not like magical ecstasy feelings, or like I had to rub my face on a cat or anything. But I was happy. We have fish and a lizard, so that provoked a lot of cool conversation too.
I took it at about 10-11pm. Didn't get to sleep till about 9am. Felt amazing the whole time except like the last hour. Lost interest in a movie I was watching and really just wanted to sleep. And the only problem throughout the experience was that there was an almost "too energetic" feeling that almost turned into jitteriness. But it would always come and pass in like 5 minutes, and happened only when I first came up, once when we smoked 2 bowls of bud, and once randomly. So I think it just makes you jittery when it is going to the "next level", so a you come up and as you peak, and if you do something like smoke weed and release extra dopamine. So over all, the come-down makes things boring and makes you want to sleep. Which was not terrible at all, and on the plus side NO "cracked out" feeling the next day (like with MDMA). I feel almost "energized" and I only slept 2 hrs last night, and have been smoking bud since I woke up. And one last note, not necessarily a "good" or "bad" effect but last night time flew by fast as shit, and today is going the same way. Every hr is like 30 mins long it seems like.
I will definitely be trying this again, next time I think I will try 2x 70mg doses, 45min-1hr apart. And not in the middle of the night next time.
I took about 80mg slowly over 20-ish minutes. And it started to hit about 45 minutes in...
First thing I noticed was my hands wanted to move, so I was moving my fingers. Then shadows started looking strange and slowly the carpet would move if I stared at it. Then my friend dosed. Both of our pupils were HUGE, we were EXTREMELY talkative and I was personally having wavy visuals and felt AMAZING all night. Not like magical ecstasy feelings, or like I had to rub my face on a cat or anything. But I was happy. We have fish and a lizard, so that provoked a lot of cool conversation too.
I took it at about 10-11pm. Didn't get to sleep till about 9am. Felt amazing the whole time except like the last hour. Lost interest in a movie I was watching and really just wanted to sleep. And the only problem throughout the experience was that there was an almost "too energetic" feeling that almost turned into jitteriness. But it would always come and pass in like 5 minutes, and happened only when I first came up, once when we smoked 2 bowls of bud, and once randomly. So I think it just makes you jittery when it is going to the "next level", so a you come up and as you peak, and if you do something like smoke weed and release extra dopamine. So over all, the come-down makes things boring and makes you want to sleep. Which was not terrible at all, and on the plus side NO "cracked out" feeling the next day (like with MDMA). I feel almost "energized" and I only slept 2 hrs last night, and have been smoking bud since I woke up. And one last note, not necessarily a "good" or "bad" effect but last night time flew by fast as shit, and today is going the same way. Every hr is like 30 mins long it seems like.
I will definitely be trying this again, next time I think I will try 2x 70mg doses, 45min-1hr apart. And not in the middle of the night next time.
Finshaggy
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Ran out of bud last night (went to the dispensary today though), so I took more 6-APB. Do NOT take this two nights in a row. It NEVER hits (bud still keeps awake and talkative) and it lasts only like 3 hrs, smoking (even resin) helps make it more "euphoric" but only because the weed is dumping dopamine on top of it. Really it just makes you peacefully content and talkative. The first night there were visuals and stuff, but the tolerance on this is crazy. I read (even before I took it, just took it the second night because I was out of bud) that you have to wait at least a week if not a month or more in between doses for it to be a second awesome experience. So I will wait to use this one again. I have plenty of bud and my roommate does too. So everything's all good *Side note: I never felt cracked out either day. But my friend who took more than me both nights felt "cracked out" (bad comedown with circles under eyes and slightly pale skin) the second day, but not the first day. I NEVER felt cracked out.*
*Side note: I never felt cracked out either day. But my friend who took more than me both nights felt "cracked out" (bad comedown with circles under eyes and slightly pale skin) the second day, but not the first day. I NEVER felt cracked out.*
dangledo
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scary as shit, happened to me. except the arm moving part. few years later, saw an episode on tv that explained exactly what i felt. here is something i just found on sleep paralysis.
http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/features/sleep-paralysis-demon-in-the-bedroom
Finshaggy
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