Stupid stuff you've done while high?
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IPokeSmot
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str8-kiLLaaaaaaaaaas
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Oh my god... dumb things when im high... so many.
i left my wallet on some bench.... 270 in it... how fucking dumb am i.. worst feeling ive ever felt. over it now though
dont know how many times ive tryed putting the cereal back in the fridge.
break pipes forgetting there on my lap, standing up.. then them shattering all over the floor.
shit i have more i just gotta remember them
i left my wallet on some bench.... 270 in it... how fucking dumb am i.. worst feeling ive ever felt. over it now though
dont know how many times ive tryed putting the cereal back in the fridge.
break pipes forgetting there on my lap, standing up.. then them shattering all over the floor.
shit i have more i just gotta remember them
str8-kiLLaaaaaaaaaas
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god damn wicked lol those are all gold.
lololololololol
themaritimer
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I don't know if this counts but it was stupid as hell at the time.
Quite some time ago, grade 10 English, two of my classmates and I were to take part of Shakespeares Julius Caesar and modernize it. For our part, we took Cinna the Poet and turned him into Sinner the Drug Dealer. In doing so we were in need of a bag o weed and the ability to light it up some grass in class.
Our English teacher was rather liberal in her methods and was willing to allow us to blaze in class for effect as long as it wasnt actual pot. Being the diligent students we were, we settled upon tea leaves to roll and burn for the doobies with good ol run of the mill lawn for the grass in the baggie which teach gladly kept in her desk drawer for us until needed.
Remember now, this was grade 10 in the early 80s, we didnt get high, we were high.
Back to the show .
Of our now conniving trio, Smitty* & I thought it would be hilarious if we put actual reef in the prop that Rick*, the other third of the Sinner group, was going to light up in class without telling him. Poor ol Rick never knew what hit him.
Rick lit the doob creating a bit of a stir in class. Burning tea, as the teacher assumed, did smell like reefer and was not worried, until .. unbeknownst to us, Dougie, the class rat, and general little bastard had rifled through the teachers desk drawers days prior to the skit and kept the knowledge of the teachers secret stash to himself - until Rick lit the joint. The smell of the burning weed caused good ol Dougie to lose it, he went on like a madman on how come it was o.k. for us to smoke weed for our skit? it must be because we were in with the teacher! . and he elaborated to the extent of man possessed.
Yelling about the teacher having weed in her desk, unfair that we could use actual pot in class, that he knew we were going to get a better mark on the skit, .. the whole shot. We never even got to take the baggie of lawn from Smittys coat.
In very short order the bellowing had alerted the vice-principal, a mere two doors down the hall who immediately showed up at the classroom door.
Now it was on.
This was too much for Rick and he took off like a mad fool past the vice, doob in hand coughing like a choking dog, running through the halls looking for the quick getaway, Smitty and I were well aware of the quality of the teachers stash, we had it, and poor ol Ricks dilemma, well...... we lost it to the point of hysterics.
Things having calmed down a bit, the teacher was later cleared of Dougies accusations of possession and after a little while she even forgave us for our, what she now knew to be, far to real of a production. Dougie never did live down his little moment of fame and ended up getting in a hugh pile of s**t for invading the teachers privacy.
Rick still insists he went to the can and flushed but Smitty and I knew better, the poor bugger was to paranoid to come to school for a week.
*Names changed to protect the innocent . lol
Quite some time ago, grade 10 English, two of my classmates and I were to take part of Shakespeares Julius Caesar and modernize it. For our part, we took Cinna the Poet and turned him into Sinner the Drug Dealer. In doing so we were in need of a bag o weed and the ability to light it up some grass in class.
Our English teacher was rather liberal in her methods and was willing to allow us to blaze in class for effect as long as it wasnt actual pot. Being the diligent students we were, we settled upon tea leaves to roll and burn for the doobies with good ol run of the mill lawn for the grass in the baggie which teach gladly kept in her desk drawer for us until needed.
Remember now, this was grade 10 in the early 80s, we didnt get high, we were high.
Back to the show .
Of our now conniving trio, Smitty* & I thought it would be hilarious if we put actual reef in the prop that Rick*, the other third of the Sinner group, was going to light up in class without telling him. Poor ol Rick never knew what hit him.
Rick lit the doob creating a bit of a stir in class. Burning tea, as the teacher assumed, did smell like reefer and was not worried, until .. unbeknownst to us, Dougie, the class rat, and general little bastard had rifled through the teachers desk drawers days prior to the skit and kept the knowledge of the teachers secret stash to himself - until Rick lit the joint. The smell of the burning weed caused good ol Dougie to lose it, he went on like a madman on how come it was o.k. for us to smoke weed for our skit? it must be because we were in with the teacher! . and he elaborated to the extent of man possessed.
Yelling about the teacher having weed in her desk, unfair that we could use actual pot in class, that he knew we were going to get a better mark on the skit, .. the whole shot. We never even got to take the baggie of lawn from Smittys coat.
In very short order the bellowing had alerted the vice-principal, a mere two doors down the hall who immediately showed up at the classroom door.
Now it was on.
This was too much for Rick and he took off like a mad fool past the vice, doob in hand coughing like a choking dog, running through the halls looking for the quick getaway, Smitty and I were well aware of the quality of the teachers stash, we had it, and poor ol Ricks dilemma, well...... we lost it to the point of hysterics.
Things having calmed down a bit, the teacher was later cleared of Dougies accusations of possession and after a little while she even forgave us for our, what she now knew to be, far to real of a production. Dougie never did live down his little moment of fame and ended up getting in a hugh pile of s**t for invading the teachers privacy.
Rick still insists he went to the can and flushed but Smitty and I knew better, the poor bugger was to paranoid to come to school for a week.
*Names changed to protect the innocent . lol
preoQpydDlusion
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Thats amazing. like some movie shit. no way kids could get away with stuff like that nowadays. specially in america.
i didn't want to go here.
late spring, weather is beautiful. just got a job at a door shop. just bought a season pass to Great America Amusement Park. some bad ass coasters at that time. so we are trippin' on paper one tuesday night. ihave to work the next day but these passes are burning a hole in my pocket. there was 4 of us with passes, 2 guys 2 girls. so a bunch of people are over and i decide if i sprang my finger i can get out of work the next day.
here comes the fun part:
we go out to my truck. i have a couple pieces of flat oak door jamb in the back. i tell my buddy, "i'm gonna put my finger on the edge of the bed and you smack it". OK, NO problem. we used to love this kinda shit. so i put my finger on the edge and turn my head. WHAM!! he hits about 6" away sees me jump 2 feet off the ground and starts laughing. "hit it!" i tell him. well he hit it. kinda just hard enough to hurt. 20 minutes later NO swelling i tell him "hit it again". he does. 3 more times to be exact. well i still wasn't happy with that. the more i think about it i'm sure there was some JD involved along with the cid. anyway this time i take 2 pieces i lay down and put my finger between them. STOMP!! STOMP!! twice hard. ooooowwwww. this time he got it.
the next day i went to work first thing in the morning still pretty high. looked bad. i was huge. purple. couldn't bend it. couldn't feel it. told them my friend slammed it in the hood by accident.
boss takes me in his office and sits me down. i'm scared. i need this job. he reaches in the drawer and pulls out all the forms to put me on medical benefits. three months ahead of review. gives me the rest of the week off with sick pay.
rollercoasters are a blast when you are trippin'. yeeeee haaaw
late spring, weather is beautiful. just got a job at a door shop. just bought a season pass to Great America Amusement Park. some bad ass coasters at that time. so we are trippin' on paper one tuesday night. ihave to work the next day but these passes are burning a hole in my pocket. there was 4 of us with passes, 2 guys 2 girls. so a bunch of people are over and i decide if i sprang my finger i can get out of work the next day.
here comes the fun part:
we go out to my truck. i have a couple pieces of flat oak door jamb in the back. i tell my buddy, "i'm gonna put my finger on the edge of the bed and you smack it". OK, NO problem. we used to love this kinda shit. so i put my finger on the edge and turn my head. WHAM!! he hits about 6" away sees me jump 2 feet off the ground and starts laughing. "hit it!" i tell him. well he hit it. kinda just hard enough to hurt. 20 minutes later NO swelling i tell him "hit it again". he does. 3 more times to be exact. well i still wasn't happy with that. the more i think about it i'm sure there was some JD involved along with the cid. anyway this time i take 2 pieces i lay down and put my finger between them. STOMP!! STOMP!! twice hard. ooooowwwww. this time he got it.
the next day i went to work first thing in the morning still pretty high. looked bad. i was huge. purple. couldn't bend it. couldn't feel it. told them my friend slammed it in the hood by accident.
boss takes me in his office and sits me down. i'm scared. i need this job. he reaches in the drawer and pulls out all the forms to put me on medical benefits. three months ahead of review. gives me the rest of the week off with sick pay.
rollercoasters are a blast when you are trippin'. yeeeee haaaw
preoQpydDlusion
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Ha, i did somethin like that before. i was partying one night durin highschool well actually, i was getting drunk by myself, kinda sad. but anyway, when i got to the point where is was having a hard time walking i knew i was gonna be too hung over for school the next mornin. so i punched myself in the eye maybe 30 times (its really awkward trying to hit urself in the face) i lost half of my vision in my right eye simply cuz i couldnt see over my swollen face. anyway, i got to school the next day with a black eye that dripped down the side of my nose. i slept threw every class and didnt get hassled at all.
IPokeSmot
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oh yea and once, i dropped a roach in the little gap under my E-Brake, and i decided to stick my hand down in there , WHILE i have a LIT one in my other hand (while driving). And I get stuck. And slid 30 feet off the road with a cop 3 miles behind me.
SO I am actually STILL stuck after I have successfully manage to miss a tree, and come to a complete stop.
I think that when he said he was going to radio for backup, I think he sat in his car giggling.
Thats probably the worst one for me.Im usually pretty tame.
SO I am actually STILL stuck after I have successfully manage to miss a tree, and come to a complete stop.
I think that when he said he was going to radio for backup, I think he sat in his car giggling.
Thats probably the worst one for me.Im usually pretty tame.
fight club.
preoQpydDlusion
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Funny u say that. i was obsessed with that movie at the time.
this thread is great. i put my feet on the dash around the steering wheel while driving on the freeway in traffic. well of course the minute i got them up there traffic stopped. i got them down just in time to skid to a safe stop. my buddy looks over at me and says " why did you just do that?" i looked back and honestly replied " i have no idea". stoned. we just laughed for 10 minutes.
i'm looking at the dvd on the shelf right now. i could watch it.
Well it depends on what someone thinks is "stupid". Lets see. I've had the giggles, he he, got way paranoid looking out windows or hiding behind something like a couch thinking someone is peeking in the window.
The cop shit you know? The talking way to much. The whole different taste in music while being stoned together.
The cop shit you know? The talking way to much. The whole different taste in music while being stoned together.
smokinC
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The stupidest thing i did was one day me and a gang of my friends we smoke 6 blunts i was a extra lightweight and we were fuck blazed and we went to 7-11 and i was standing in the door and the dinging sound kept goin off and i was so i didn't notice so for about 15 min all i heard was ding ding and i couldn't realize where it was coming from. i was high
SuperDaveJr712
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The dumbest thing I've done while stoned that I can really remember is dropping a big ball of silly putty down the exhaust of my dad's $40,000 Turbocharged Suzuki Hayabusa by accident. Why I even had it anywhere near the thing is beyond me...
Dumbest thing I think I've seen someone do?
One of my friends locked the keys of my other friends car in the trunk, along with some bud and a big glass bong. Locksmith's love it when they find shit like that in their customers cars.
Dumbest thing I think I've seen someone do?
One of my friends locked the keys of my other friends car in the trunk, along with some bud and a big glass bong. Locksmith's love it when they find shit like that in their customers cars.
themaritimer
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he reaches in the drawer and pulls out all the forms to put me on medical benefits. three months ahead of review. gives me the rest of the week off with sick pay.
fdd2blk damn man, how can 'ya beat it. That's the Goddess of Compensation in action.
fdd2blk damn man, how can 'ya beat it. That's the Goddess of Compensation in action.