Loosing bud

[Pimpslapped]

Years ago, back in 96 - 98, somewhere in there, a couple friends and I went to the beach. Just a random summer trip to the east coast where we were going to camp on the beach at one of the coastal islands for two weeks. We stocked up on food, drinks, weed. A nice fat sack for the trip.

Three days in, a long moonlit walk down the beach to the lighthouse, where we were going to kick back and have a nice couple of joints.... we get there, and my bro who had the sack pulls out this sad little mostly empty bag with a hole in it. Freaking out, he pulls his pocket out.. and there's a hole in that too. A sad, squashed little nug found in his shoe... the rest in a trail down two miles of beach, apparently. Never did find the rest of it. Fun trip anyway.

 

[Moldy Dreads]

I had just gotten a gram of the strongest herb I've ever had, Dr. Kavorkian death bud, it was called. Had a few bowls, and was hanging out in front of my house. Neighbor walks by with his dog. My dog is hangin out with me (she's 16 y/o). She goes to investigate the other dog, and he attacks. After getting them separated, neighbor tells me he's gonna kill my dog if he ever sees her off a leash. I tell him that's not acceptable, and his death would be next if anything happened to my dog. Homeboy goes and calls the police- tells them I'm at his door with a shotgun, and trying to get in (complete lye, I was in my house, explaining to my mom what just happened). Needles to say, 5 squad cars, and one helicopter show up. After several hours of police harassment, I have enough, and start getting upset with the police. They had my mom in the street, with headlights on bright, blinding us all. I stepped in front of the headlights, so my mom wasn't being blinded, and the cops took a exception to this. After some choice words, they decided to "detain" me. Handcuffs go on, and they start emptying my pockets. Everything I had went on the ground, including a ziplock with 1/2 a gram of the bombest herb. I watched that bag sit there almost 2 hours, before one of the cops noticed it. Stupid cop tries to tell me he wouldn't care, except his sergeant was there, and he had to ticket me. I really needed that 1/2 gram after that too..

Other side of the scale, so to speak..
Many years ago, a friend dropped off 7Lbs of really dank varieties to me, straight from the golden country, humbolt Co. Less than 7 days later, "someone" broke into my place, and made off with it, as well as 30 grams of some bomb-ass mdma. They took everything but about a 1/8th of herb. the mdma was paid for, but the 7Lbs were not- I spent the next 4 years paying back my friend for that. In the end, it turned out my roommate staged the robbery, mostly because he was jealous I had started excluding him from my "business". I moved out 3 months after the robbery- before I realized he was involved. As much as I would like some revenge, I've tried to put it all behind me, and learn from my lessons..

Wow dude, crazy stories, I'd get back to that "roomate" for sure if I found that out, even if to work out a payment plan, that is rediculous!

 

[Moldy Dreads]

So yesterday after getting this thread started I decided to go to the local dispensary. I had enough for a gram of some top shelf, so I picked the Super OG Kush out of their selection. The guy said it was his favorite of the OGs and I needed a knock out Indica. So I go home, smoke a couple rips and head out for a run. It was very tastey, a great balance of OG flavors, both piney and musky, coated my taste buds for the run and was very potent.
So I get back and make dinner and go for my evening session.I open my drawer where I usually keep herb and nothing. I found my pipe and the scissors and lighter, but where's the bud. I ran downstairs to spot #2 ( I know, multiple hide spots are not the best idea) and nothing. So I run back upstairs to search again and do this like 10 times. Back and forth, back and forth, try to think back at where the last place I smoked was....back and forth. At this point I was getting mad. I even asked my teenage kid if he had "seen" my med container, but no luck. I was so pissed, I grabbed a flashlight, looked everywhere.
Then I thought, "calm down, look around" Then sure enough I shine my flashlight around randomly in the room and see the container in my BHO pan with other empty containers...
What an instant relief, man I hate loosing Bud! LOL

 

[TheCheeseMan]

So yesterday after getting this thread started I decided to go to the local dispensary. I had enough for a gram of some top shelf, so I picked the Super OG Kush out of their selection. The guy said it was his favorite of the OGs and I needed a knock out Indica. So I go home, smoke a couple rips and head out for a run. It was very tastey, a great balance of OG flavors, both piney and musky, coated my taste buds for the run and was very potent.
So I get back and make dinner and go for my evening session.I open my drawer where I usually keep herb and nothing. I found my pipe and the scissors and lighter, but where's the bud. I ran downstairs to spot #2 ( I know, multiple hide spots are not the best idea) and nothing. So I run back upstairs to search again and do this like 10 times. Back and forth, back and forth, try to think back at where the last place I smoked was....back and forth. At this point I was getting mad. I even asked my teenage kid if he had "seen" my med container, but no luck. I was so pissed, I grabbed a flashlight, looked everywhere.
Then I thought, "calm down, look around" Then sure enough I shine my flashlight around randomly in the room and see the container in my BHO pan with other empty containers...
What an instant relief, man I hate loosing Bud! LOL

haha, im the same way. Usually when i get all paranoid and worked up about loosin bud it ends up in the most obvious place. Like ill be lookin for hours just to find it in my pocket or car or just sitting out in the open lol

 

[strydr]

....I open my drawer where I usually keep herb and nothing. I found my pipe and the scissors and lighter, but where's the bud. I ran downstairs to spot #2 ( I know, multiple hide spots are not the best idea) and nothing. So I run back upstairs to search again and do this like 10 times. Back and forth, back and forth, try to think back at where the last place I smoked was....back and forth. At this point I was getting mad. I even asked my teenage kid if he had "seen" my med container, but no luck. I was so pissed, I grabbed a flashlight, looked everywhere.
Then I thought, "calm down, look around" Then sure enough I shine my flashlight around randomly in the room and see the container in my BHO pan with other empty containers...
What an instant relief, man I hate loosing Bud! LOL

This is a nice thing about being so anal (OCDish). I keep my buds in the same spot, everytime. I also can't stand to see a chair not pushed under the table

O, and the ex-roomie... Let's just say revenge is a dish best served cold. I know where he lives, works, and plays. I'm pretty good with "the Google", and can find most anyone. His name is on a small list of people that, if I ever decide to go postal, well they go with me....

 

[damitrius777]

i lost a jar to mold once.