Best Smoking Session You Ever Had

My best smoking session had to be my first one. I was 15 and me and 3 of my best friends went into an abandonded house with about 1/2 o all together. We smoked until the whole 3rd floor was full of smoke. We had a pile of cash collecting in the closet and laughed our asses off when we thought about what would happen when the owner would come home to find the mountian of cash, and like 13 bottles of coke in his 3rd floor 1,000,000 million dollar house. Then we went to Taco Bell and spent like 50 bucks on food.

ok so highest ive ever been... alright this one day me and my boy kris went over our other boy nates house, and nate sells weed and on this particular day he had sum headies (that is the best type of weed around here idk if every1 calls it headies round the world) blue dream i believe it was to b exact, anyways we had not known this but nate was plannin on smokin us up hardcore. throughout the day we fishbowled about 10 blunts and just smoked a couple different ways in my car, and between each blunt we were straight rippin bongs at his house at the end of the day we packed bowls and had quite a bit of keif so we sprinkled sum on each bowl and well i cannot tell u how high i was that entire day.

Unbeleivable story about the next day:
we slept at nates house til the next day then in the mornin we found out he saved a lil bit, and we went to a park to bowl my car one more time, and it just happened to be rainin out at this park that is made for ppl to walk around, u no a walkin park i guess id call it. but halfway through the blunt a cop pulls up i say "yo theres a cop" in a very calm burnt out state, kris sittin in the bak seat says "shut the fuck up ur a faggot" thinkin im lyin then realizes im not so we had all types of signs that we had been smokin (ie. ghetto bongs,and other shit) so we just did an ill little cleanup real quick hid everything. the cop came over talked to us a lil bit then left, and as i sed we bowled about 10 blunts the day b4 so the car reaked of weed and we were at a park for walkin on a rainy day. i was fuckin dumbfounded

I dont expect anyone to understand this experience...but it must be shared.
A great friend and I, (OldChiefer)-his riu name were planning a bonfire. We set up this PERFECT little pit, sat there and enjoyin a few joints. After a while the conversation started taking off...it felt like we were melting into nature Herself. We both sat there, tranced, mumbling...Idk it was weird. But then suddenly he looked over at me and said..."look in the fire man, do you see it?" And I shit you not, it was a girl in the fire...like an indian girl. She shapshifted a few times but it was always to something unique and mostly native based. I recorded a fragment of this and to no surprise nothing was there in the video afterwards...but this carried us to a whole new level. We came to the conclusion we were on an old native indian burial and we were being contacted by the spirits. And I've never been the same since then. I look at nature a whole new way.
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Mine was an all weed b-day party, beer - brewed with weed, tea - weed, food, joints, bongs and blunts all going around at the same time, so when I started getting cotton mouth I started downing the tea...I got so fucking high it took me most of the next day to remember how I got to the chair I found myself in when I woke up, and when I did I remembered my heart was beating really fast and I told my heart "please don't explode" was fun stuff....fun stuff...

next to that it was probably a repeated one, there was this guy rob my bf worked with who would buy 40 oz, and he, my bf and his gf, and I would go over there (he said he hated to smoke alone, and he didn't want any weed in his bag when we left) and get high as shit. The rule was no one could take a break until all four of us agreed to take the break...I miss that boy, wonder what the hell happened to him...he was fun as shit to hang out with, weed aside, he was just a funny motherfucker...

My best smoking session I had was a couple months ago, I believe it was the very beginning of spring I hadn't smoked for nearly a year prior to this so my tolerance was pretty low I took 2-3 hits off a vanilla blunt and was good to go. Played some b-ball, told some pretty intense stories to my friends. Movies, snacks, the whole deal. It was a very nice giggly high.

God i love weed..

remember about 15 years ago,we wereabout 2o years old,first time in amsterdam me and my friend got humungus huge rollingpaper from the nightportier,,we nedded 2 packs of ciggarettes(tobacco) and 15 grams of black afghan hasch,,the joint went 47 cm and we were sooooooooooooooooooooo stoned that joint i remember lasted for 24 hours,,,

Ever been cartoon high? thats what i call it. next time you smoke up, picture yourself being a cartoon character. so much fun.

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Ever been cartoon high? thats what i call it. next time you smoke up, picture yourself being a cartoon character. so much fun.

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I've seen a kid go cartoon high. Its funny for like 20 mins, after that, its highly annoying.

At a party I threw my friend brought a fat blunt of some killer White Widdow. I lost my couch while staring at it, forgot how to turn left, and thought I was getting raped by the Joker. It was a Halloween party and she showed up looking just like the Joker. Thats all I've been able to remember and piece together from that night. It was awesome until people figured out how gone I was and started fucking with me. Fortunately my buzz-buddy came and rescued me from all the buzz-kills. Great night.

Saturday night, UFC 121 Lesnar v. Velasquez

We had 4 Prop 215 patients hanging out, all brought something. On the menu was Headband, Jackie White, Dream Queen (Green Crack hybrid,) Mr. Nice Guy, Pineapple Chunk, Pineapple Kush, some home grown Sexi Mexi and Sexi Mexi hash

Can't think of any other sesh I've ever been at with so much variety


All of us being Mexican, we definitely celebrated when Cain beat the shit out of Lesnar

Years ago, me and a bunch of friends I'd known forever pitched in and got an O of Strawberry Cough X Trainwreck. After getting stoned to the bone, we came up with "The Tribe"; an equal ratio of guys and gals, complete with rules and a hierarchy - there were regular members, shamans, chiefs, and a council, depending on how much responsibility each person is willing to take on. To this day, The Tribe still exists, and we all keep in contact regularly, and even though I'm now 3,000 miles away from them, I feel closer to them than most people in my life. I wish all people could have an experience like this, especially with herb because...and I know this sounds corny, but that feeling you get when you connect to other people - really connect to other people - is truly something special

last saturday. got a new bong, and me and my buddy smoked the strongest shit i've EVER smoked. had me higher than i've never ever been. we were laughin our asses off, eatin all the pizza, and just straight up fucked up.

def the best ever.

Me and a buddy hopped the pond and went to visit some friends in New York/ New Jersey. We did a pretty decent job in defending our fine Irish heritage - the two of us beating eight guys at a 3 case case-race, and smoked pretty much all day everyday. Great times were to be had, such as riding El Toro at six flags while feeling mildly hallucinogenic and smoking at this really nice artificial lake in Run DMCs estate ( which was the single strangest place I've ever smoked).

Anyway, we were on the beach one day, nursing our hangovers with some lovely mind material when this guy walks up, pulls a rolly out of his pocket and says, "Hey guys, you gota light?" He was in his mid-late sixties, and looked like an older version of Charlie from Two and a half men - beige trouser shorts, hawaiian shirts, the works. Now we're looking at this guy trying to figure out what the hell is going on when he pulls a zippo from his pocket, flips it around like david blaine or something and then suddenly it's gone.

Behold the lit rolly.

Now this was like we'd hit the universal substance jackpot, and mother nature sent her very own jester to entertain us. We stood there, gobsmacked as this slick geriatric tokes away, and said absolutely nothing. He finishes smoking and says, "Hey guys, thanks for the company. My names Rick Shea, but you can call me Ricochet."

With that, he walks off.

Wherever you are Ricochet, God/Allah/Zeus bless you.

last night witcha mom...

naw but for real bout 2 weeks ago went to a friend of my moms to visit an make some tracks (yea im gettin wit the underground) i meet some friends of mine i aint seen since casper the movie came out. we rolled up six owls an caught a trip down memory lame man, we talked about wasup wit our lives an girls of course an i find out that im recordin wit em. after that we went downtown cruisin lookin for girls an somewhere to puff the last L. so i spot the pigs comin from aroun da corner wit the sirens blastin, my guy gets paranoid then punched it to 40 then crashed into another car, we got patted down all that jazz but they never found the green cause i stashed it in my shoe. he got his licensed pulled now his pops (our producer) wont let him see the car anymore, i go again yesterday they both being apologetic about the incident, i made em feel a lot better with a nice dime bag kush an we decided to step out again only without a car.

i was 15 in my back yard and did like 3 bowls of i dont know what but i was on the phone with my friend talking to him about my high and kept zoneing out of the convo. also thought there was a bear behind one of my bushes. also i started to wonder how my legs held me up. thought about that for to long and fell down. crawled to my house, ate all my snacks in my pantree and fell asleep in the pantree.