found out that somebody was a smoker?....I wanna hear everybody's story.

I got an English mastiff for stud and a guy contacted me for using him. He and his wife drove 3 hrs to knock their dog up and when they got here I could just tell that he smoked. Anyway things weren't going to good because it was the first time for both dogs and they didn't quite know what to do. 2 1/2 hrs later very stressed and frustrated that it didn't happen yet. I looked at the guy and said I just gotta ask because you look the type. I said do you smoke? The look on his face was priceless and he said hell yeah! He said I was gonna ask you but I wasn't sure. I said well lets go roll a fatty and get baked while these dogs try to figure things out. We sat there and bullshit for a while and smoked 3 jays.

Longer story short, finally my dog hit that shit about a half an hour later. Since they drove 3 hrs they got a hotel room stayed the night, came over the next morning and we smoked another one while my dog hit that shit twice within and hour.

We got along great and I think I'll have repeat business with them.

Sometimes you gotta say what the fuck.

just recently i've been toking openly on the golf course instead of waiting for the perfect time to sneak a toke. i've done this about 4 times so far.

i have made several new customers, met several legalization fans, and pretty sure i got this one dude laid (him and his lady 'friend', who was not playing, toked off my stuff and they really seemed to get buddy buddy after that!). not a single person has objected.

very proud when they confirm what i know, that my stuff is awesome.

i can always spot the stoners. at work we use this stuff called floor sweep or something, its like green dyed sawdust, sand and oil. it pulls dust off of concrete and after its been used it looks like some shake, so i put it in a baggie, rolled it up and left it by the clock in computer. and laughed at how many ppl looked at it like oh shit score!

Oh wow, I worked at Starbucks for 3 years in a very affluent suburb. So one day me and this dude are talking about drinking. I used to drink, but not anymore. I gave him the standard line, what I always say to someone who seems OK- "Well, there's other things to do..." with a wink and a smile. Well it turned out this kid is a super-duper-stoner. Dude hooked me up with some nice shit from time to time! He told me he was getting some soon, I said "Well, like what?" He brought me a nice sample -for free- and I ended up going to his house in a neighborhood where people like me just don't belong. His house was a palace. We burned one every time we went over there. He was a total pro, nice scale, the whole bit. I know I'm rambling a bit here but it was just a strange and intense 'cross-cultural' adventure.

PS: Mistaphuck, that's fuckin' hilarious.

my wife!!!

I know it's a bit off-topic, but every week my clique would meet up at this 1 guys' house for South Park. There would be like 28 people in 1 room... One time I counted 12 bongs/ joints/ bowl going around at 1 time. Oh, those were awesome times. There would be this cloud by the ceiling... Good times, good times!

Damnit I hate when the post disappears