One day, my girlfriend and I got high in her room. I was pulsing with joy upon the discovery of Lucky Charms which just poked out of the coner of my eye. I grabbed them instantly and began stuffing my face with the glorious mixture of marshmallows and oats, she gave me a surprised and annoyed look. When I asked her what was the matter, she reminded me that we were in the middle of having sex.

So I'm already two bowls in for the night and I start watching How High (comedy Central) and i go to the living room and watch it in there. then i pull out my bowl and start blazing then i realized that i just smoked in front of my mom. i miss my dorm room so much...

I was so High that all the stories on here made sense and I actually believed them.

I got so baked last night that I WOKE UP high o_o Do you have any idea how euphoric that is? I felt like I was being born.

Me and my friends were all in the drive-thru, and we got our food. I stepped on the gas and hit a little girl on a bike.

Sometimes when I stay over at my freinds house, I act like im asleep and when he falls asleep, I go down stairs and find a random place and take a shit on the floor, and in the morning when his family finds it, I just blame it on the cat! (I usually just do it at the bottom of the stairs and one day his mom slipped on it!!) Anyway like the 5th time I was over at his house, I go down stairs and shit EVERYWHERE and the next morning when I say it was the cat, they remind me that their cat died last tuesday. So they found out it was me and I had to go home early, and they told my parents.

One day at school, our math teacher was at home ill. so we had an hour off. from our school, we walked 2 minutes to the most nearby park, and settled down to roll an "L" joint, in a small, open wooden house we call the stonerhouse.it is in the middle of a grass field. at the other side of the grass field is a small path and some benches, with some plants seperating the benches from the path. well, we smoke the j. then something really odd happens. this moroccan dude is riding a bike along the path. he drops a bag, that was attached to the bike, and gets the hell outta there. one of my friends says ''hey, maybe it's a drug deal..'' someone else says ''let's go look in the bag" so we look in the bag you wanna know what was in the bag? a red fucking poncho and a banana.

Usually me and my friends try to do something about the smell before we do anything, but about two weeks ago we smoked a few bowls at my friends house and passed a cone around my car on the way to see a movie. We reeked to high heaven, and realized we had no smelly stuff to cover it up. We figured it was no big deal, walked into the theatre, and the ticket guy just says, "just don't hotbox the theatre guys, i don't care what you do, but if i get any compliants i'll have to ask you to leave."

One time i was really blazed and making a smoothie out of all the random shit i could find in my freezer. In goes ice cream, chocolate candy, caramel, bananas, and a fudgesicle. now i'm eating this shit and am so gone that i didn't even realize that i was eating chopped up wood from the stick of the popsicle! i had forgot to take it off the stick!

So one day before my parents approved of me smoking, me and my cousin were stoned, so we walk into the house and my dad notices, he runs over and tells us to empty our pockets, we didnt have any on us, so he thought he would be smart and went into the pile of clothes behind us and picked up a lump of hash, i said it wasnt ours, he looked at it and the look on his face was PRICELESS, he found his OWN stash that he was hiding haha, he forgot all about it, GLORIOUS. after that it was pretty much OK for me to smoke.