Seen this on another canna site. And thought i would start a thread here. Can't remember seeing it before.
So state your favorite term for getting "high" And include a story if you have one. Here's mine....
As a teenage boy some friends and I stumbled across a perfect smoking area. In a feild behind a friends house was a abandoned pavilion/picnic type area. It had screened in sides, and a fire stove at the one end. But the best part was the trap door opening into a full sized basement
So needless to say it became quite the hangout. We hauled everything down in that basement. Car seats, sofas, candles by the thousands, posters for the walls. We kept it a secret from most, and it was a groovy spot to chill for years.
We even put a padlock on the door.
Anyhow, one of the early days just after it had been discovered. A few friends were down inside planning on how we were gonna clean the place up. We had just one bowl between 3 of us if i remember correctly. And just as the bowl was packed i dropped it on the steps where it bounced to the floor. Spilling 2/3rds of the contents.
Being the last bit we had i started picking up every single scrap i could find. And feeling pretty sheepish at the same time. So as i got the last bit of everything i could find or salvage back into the bowl, i passed it to my friend and said i thought it was good enough to smoke. She inspects it and says it looks like there might be pieces from the crumbling wall in it. Not seeing any i said looks good to me, you might get a little more plastered than usual though.
Instant laughter from all around, and i knew my dropping of the pipe had been forgiven. And still to this day when we see each other, we talk about that day, and the hang out. And plastered will always remain my favorite term for being high.
So state your favorite term for getting "high" And include a story if you have one. Here's mine....
As a teenage boy some friends and I stumbled across a perfect smoking area. In a feild behind a friends house was a abandoned pavilion/picnic type area. It had screened in sides, and a fire stove at the one end. But the best part was the trap door opening into a full sized basement
So needless to say it became quite the hangout. We hauled everything down in that basement. Car seats, sofas, candles by the thousands, posters for the walls. We kept it a secret from most, and it was a groovy spot to chill for years.
We even put a padlock on the door.
Anyhow, one of the early days just after it had been discovered. A few friends were down inside planning on how we were gonna clean the place up. We had just one bowl between 3 of us if i remember correctly. And just as the bowl was packed i dropped it on the steps where it bounced to the floor. Spilling 2/3rds of the contents.
Being the last bit we had i started picking up every single scrap i could find. And feeling pretty sheepish at the same time. So as i got the last bit of everything i could find or salvage back into the bowl, i passed it to my friend and said i thought it was good enough to smoke. She inspects it and says it looks like there might be pieces from the crumbling wall in it. Not seeing any i said looks good to me, you might get a little more plastered than usual though.
