First Memorable Stoner Moment

MrVanker

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Well, this was probably the 3rd time I smoked. It was this past Christmas Eve, and my sister and Bro-in-law smoked me up. We sat around watching Santa on Google Earth and eating dinner. My bro-in-laws chicken was a bit undercooked, so we cooked it a bit more but couldn't stop laughing! then my sister started talking about how when you're high, it's like you're on the same plane as everybody else who is high. Only the people who are high really know what is funny. So we had a good laugh. However it is so true!

Overall it was fun and I'm glad I did it (and continued to do it). But right now it's really dry here and I haven't smoked in like a 2 months! Although, a good friend talked to a guy for me, so hopefully I'll have some next week! Wish me luck!
 

Pot Is Yummy

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Having a converastion with 8 people who were not really there while me and my buddy were driving back to town after a partay, although all the beer probably helped that happen a lil bit.
 

frusciantecedricomar1

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like evry fuckin weekend me and my friends get in one guys car for that weekend, smoke out at a park and drive around just smokin, talkin, music blarin. we all pitch in for gas and weed we sometimes drive for like up to 6 hours just goin across state and back and shit. its real fun and chill :joint:
 

potter99945

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First stoner moment happened when I was 16...ish. Tried to cook a pizza after smoking with my buddy. 5 hours later I remember we completly forgot the pizza and jumped up to run to the kitchen to turn the oven off. I opened to door to see what mess I made and realized I forgot to take the pizza out of the fridge and put it in the oven.:eyesmoke:
i did that except i forgot to take it out off the box.....it made it to the oven :oops:
 

frusciantecedricomar1

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good stuff man. hilarious :joint:
another time we smoked at my place and we were in such a rush to get out of the house after for something, so we get in the car, and are like speeding and in such a hurry but we totally forgot where we were supposed to be going.it was hilarious. we ended up turning back and smoking more at my place
 

Brick Top

New Member
I remembered another incident that went with getting high that is funny to look back on. I will give the Readers Digest Condensed Version instead of going into detail this time but I used to live in a suburb of Chicago and one of my friends and I went skiing in Wisconsin one Saturday and of course we got high going North and while there and of course again on the way home but we really over did it on the way back and we managed to totally miss Illinois. We started to think that we may have made a wrong turn somewhere because nothing seemed familiar so we pulled off the highway at the next exit and found that we had driven through Illinois and a fair way into Indiana.
 

Brick Top

New Member
Ok … I just remembered what has to be my most memorable stoner story of all time. Only the last portion of the full story involves getting high but the first part has to be told because it makes the last part even better plus it is funny as hell now that I think back about it. When I tell the story I call it "The Date From Hell."

The summer between junior and senior year in high school I was dating a beautiful blonde girl who was a between her freshman and sophomore year and who did a fair bit of modeling for things like JC Penny’s catalogs and Marshall Field’s catalogs and calendars for local businesses and things like that. Nothing major but still she was beautiful enough to get a lot of that type/level of work.

Naturally I wanted to play hide the weenie with her but she was a total PRUDE. If I went for anything beyond just kissing and I’d get a sharp NO! So being the caring sensitive guy I am, beautiful or not I dumped her.

When the senior prom was getting close she tried to get me interested in her again but I wasn’t going to waste that night just kissing. Then she told me that she was ready, that she wanted to have sex for the first time so naturally I asked her to the prom.

I had recently bought my first brand new car, a 1973 Dodge Challenger. It was red with a white vinyl top and white vinyl interior. I kept it clean but I wanted it to be perfect for that night so I not only washed and waxed it and did a normal interior cleaning but instead I removed all the seats and the center console and shampooed the entire carpet and cleaned the seats and after everything was dry I put it all back into the car and it was cleaner and shinier than the day I picked it up at the dealership.

I picked up my date and she was stunning in a powder blue formal and she was the ultimate image of perfection. We did the dance thing and then headed off for dinner. I had found a restaurant that would serve underage kids who showed up in formal attire beer or wine so of course we went there. I wanted her well lubricated in more than just one way, I did not want her backing out on what she had promised.

We split a bottle of wine with dinner, actually I drank about two thirds of it, and then we headed back to the suburbs to what I expected to be a night in Heaven. After being on the highway about five miles she reached over and began to explore things. I thought this is nice. Then she smiled real big and leaned over and as her face got close to the area of my lap she coughed a couple of times and then sat upright and began spewing like Buckingham Fountain.

I was of course in the far left lane so in something right out of some low budget teen movie I shot across the two lanes to my right causing other cars to swerve and hit their brakes and I came to a quick stop off on the shoulder of the road. I got out and raced around the car and opened her door and she turned her head and hurled all over my brand new shoes.

I got her out of my car and she was crawling around on the grass beside the road sicker than a poisoned dog. As she deposited what little was left of the dinner I just bought for her on the grass I removed the floor mat from my car and shook the chunks off and let as much of the goo drip off as possible and wiped it on the grass and then put it in my trunk. I had several towels in my trunk and I used them to clean up as much of the rest of her dinner as I could and then put them back in the trunk.

About then I began to think it might be a good idea to get back on the road before a cop spotted us so I grabbed her and almost had to carry her and poured her into my car. While driving she was still having the dry heaves and I was thinking I can’t take her to the motel were several of us had split the cost of a room because it would really ruin things for the others so I had to come up with some place that was safe to take her so she could come out of her coma and at least somewhat clean herself up. Then it hit me, the place that I believed to be perfect.

One of my friend’s family owned a funeral home and they lived upstairs and they never locked their back door so I knew I could take her there and use the office that had both a men’s room and a ladies room. We got there and I drug her into the office and into the ladies room and left her on her knees in front of the toilet, which I could not help but think at the time that had we not shared a bottle of wine she would at that time instead be on her knees in front of me instead of a toilet in the office of a funeral home.

I figured that I should go upstairs and let my friend know we were there so if they heard any noise from her having the dry heaves or bouncing off the walls and furniture like a ball in a pinball machine the parents would not come down or just call the cops and say someone is in our funeral home, come check it out.

My friend came back down with me and for close to two hours we sat there as she went back and forth between the bathroom and a couch she was lying on. By now she was a TOTAL MESS! Her mascara had run down her face in black streams and much of the rest of her makeup had been wiped or washed off and her hair looked like Phyllis Diller’s hair on a bad hair day. For those to young to know who Phyllis Diller is just imagine how the girl’s hair might have looked if she had held her head out of my car’s window for the whole trip home while I drove at around 70mph. Her beautiful powder blue formal was stained from what had once been her dinner and there were grass stains on the lower portion from her crawling around on all fours while hurling. In short what had earlier been one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen had become totally repulsive.

I had reached the limit of my endurance and told her that I was going to take her home. She cried and begged me to not take her home because she was horrified of what her parents would do. At that point I didn’t care in the least what happened to her, I just wanted the date to end so I could then move on to something far more enjoyable, which at that point even a root canal job would have been more enjoyable to me. She said it was not to late to do the deed and tried to convince me to poke her on the couch in the office of the funeral home. I thought what a wonderful memory that would leave for her to remember for the rest of her life, to have had her cherry popped while she was sick as a dog and looked almost as bad as what had been shooting out of her mouth and for it to happen of all places in the office of a funeral home.

After considering that my first thought was what do I care what her memories will be, if she would even be able to remember the event. I figured as long as I got to fire off my heat seeking moisture missile it would be good for me and I even figured that with her still having the dry heaves when she had the strong convulsions with each dry heave she would likely really squeeze down hard on my crank and that might be really good. Well I looked at her closely and talked it over with my small head and the two of us decided that regardless of what seemed like it might be good she was just to repulsive looking and odoriferous to go through with it so I decided I would take her home regardless of her begging and pleading me not to.

I got to her home and again it was like something right out of a movie, it was somewhat similar to the scene in "Animal House" where one guy, I believe the character’s name was "Otter," left the daughter of the Dean to his college on the front lawn in a shopping cart.

I half carried her to her front door and leaned her against her house and straightened her legs trying to lock her knees so she might be able to stand long enough for someone to come and get her inside and then in what is likely the classiest thing I have ever done when it comes to women I rang the doorbell and ran as fast as I could. I dove into my Challenger and got that 340 wound out and set a new world’s speed record getting the hell out of Dodge.

Before leaving the funeral home my friend told me to come back after I had dumped her because he had something for us to do so I went home and changed and went back to the funeral home. It turned out what he had for us to do was to go to O’Hare Airport and pick up a body.

I had never helped him pick up a body before and while I had expected to be dealing with something stiff that night I never imagined it would end up being a dead body. Of course we got high on the way to the airport and then again on the way back after picking up the stiff. Part way home we got the munchies and decided to stop somewhere to get something to eat. It was late enough that not much was open so we decided to hit a Denny’s that was one town past ours.

My friend was worried that someone might steal the body from the station wagon we were using and thought we should drive around and hope to find a drive-thru or skip getting something to eat but he felt much better about it when we lucked out and got a parking place right in front of the door.

We went in and the little sign that on one side says please seat yourself and on the other says please wait to be seated said please wait to be seated. A man came over and asked if there would just be the two of us and if we preferred a table or a booth. We said it was just the two of us and either a table or a booth would be fine. He said it would just be a few moments and off he went. After standing there a while we noticed that there were several tables and booths open in the main portion of the restaurant and wondered why we were not given one of them and instead had to wait.

Directly in front of the door on the end of the restaurant there were I believe four booths and they were all full. While looking at them I saw a girl’s head slowly peek up over the top of one of the booths and she stared at us a moment and then slowly lowered her head again. We waited and waited and more people left and more tables opened up and more people came and they were seated right away and every now and then I would see the same girl peeking over the top of the booth she was in or around the side of the booth she was in and stare at us a moment and then slowly pull her had back in.

The booth next to the one the girl was in opened up and as soon as the table had been cleaned we were led there and we sat down and began picking what we wanted to eat from the menu. The girl again slowly raised her head over the top of the booth and stared at us and after slowly lowering her head again we heard her tell her boyfriend "see, I told you they would put them here, they put all of us here."

It then became apparent to me that the host, and the girl, easily spotted that we were very well baked and evidently what the host did was segregate stoners and drunks from the decent people and only put them at the few booths off to the side.

We finished our meal and then took the stiff to the funeral home and deposited her in the basement morgue and I headed home for the night.

So while I had expectations of popping the cherry of a teen beauty queen that night I instead ended up with a stinky smelly car and wasting hours with a sloppy drunk repulsive mess of a girl and picking up my first dead body, Mable Ness, (Yes even after all these years I can still remember her name. As they say you never forget your first) and then being segregated at Denny’s because I was stoned out of my mind.

What later came as even more of an amazement to me is for some inexplicable reason the girl seemed to be somewhat upset at me and was rather nasty to me after that night. To this day I have never managed to figure out why.

Women! Who can understand them? I have to believe that W. C. Fields was correct when he said "No doubt exists that all women are crazy; it's only a question of degree."


P.S. My friend whose family owned the funeral home was the same friend I mentioned when I told the story about us going skiing and then totally missing Illinois on our return trip. We shared many an adventure over the years.
 

TheRuiner

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I've told this story in another thread so I'll make this version a little shorter;
First time I ever got high I was in military school and about 16 at the time and on weekend leave with a buddy in Greenville SC. We went over to one of his friends house I'd never met and while sitting in his room the dude pulls out a joint. We smoked it up and everything got EXTREMELY slow... I remember laughing at every little things that happened whether it was funny or not, the funniest of which was when my friend looked out into the driveway and said something to the effect of "Dude, my van is parked in the driveway." For no reason other than we were soooo baked we laughed at that for about 5 minutes strait. We were at his friends house for maybe an hour but it felt like it was 5 or 6 at least... first time ever getting high. LOL, good times. :)
 

Brick Top

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I spoke to an old friend on the phone last night and something in our conversation reminded me of another rather memorable toking experience.

While in high school when there wasn’t a party to go to on weekend nights or when it was a weeknight I would often times get together a few friends and we would go for a long drive out into the country while getting high. I found it fun to try to get them totally lost and wondering where we were and then at times I would fake that I was lost too and then get them to try to explain how to get home. Had I followed the normal directions I got from most who went with me we would have ended up in Mexico instead of back in the suburban Chicago town we lived in.

One dark fall night one of my friends, the one who was with me when we managed to drive from Wisconsin through Illinois and into Indiana coming back from skiing and didn’t know we had totally missed Illinois until we were well into Indiana and also was the one I took my spewing date to his families funeral home and then we went to pick up a dead body, and I went for a drive in the country scouting out new locations to take friends to get them totally lost.

We headed in a more Southerly direction than normal and like always we were soon in rural farmland where mile after mile would pass and there would be nothing but indistinguishable mile after mile of empty fields with the not all that often farmhouse.

We had driven for a good distance down a road and I felt it was time to throw a turn in so I decided that the next road I came to I would turn one way or the other depending on what moved me at the moment. Well the next road we came to did not cross the road I was on so I could only turn right.

As we turned onto the road there was a somewhat creepy feeling that came with it. The road was a gravel road and it was slightly narrow, the roughly one and a half lane wide country roads that you would run across in the farmlands now and then, and there were trees closely lining both sides of the road and they had grown together making a canopy over the road. Being fall the leaves had all fallen and the craggy bare branches of the trees all intertwined with each other gave it a somewhat menacing look like something right out of a Tim Burton film.

It has been so many years I could not guess if we drove eight miles or as much as ten but we were on the road for a good distance and I again decided that it was time to throw in a turn when the next opportunity presented itself. My friend and I were good and high and laughing over how lost we knew that road would make them feel since once we turned onto it we had not seen a single house and with the twisted gnarled trees and the feeling that you were in the middle of nowhere it would definitely give them the shivers and leave them totally lost.

Much to our disappointment we learned that we would not be able to use the road after all because instead of leading to other roads where turns could be made it was a very long unmarked dead end road. At the end of the road it just stopped. There wasn’t a cul de sac and if anything the end of the road have become narrower because bushes and lower branches of trees had grown over the sides of the road encroaching on it.

Because of that I could not just swing my car around and had to go back and forward and back and forward a few times to turn around. After backing up one of the time and then pulling forward to then back up for what would be the last time I spotted what looked like two glowing red eyes though the leafless bushes on the side of the road directly in front of my car.

I looked at my friend and he had spotted them too and said it must be a raccoon or something. I said unless it was the world’s biggest raccoon and it was standing upright the eyes were too far off the ground and spaced to far apart to be a raccoon. I hit my high beams and what happened next made our skin crawl.

Something, and I stress the word something because to this day I have never been able to guess what it might actually have been, stood upright from behind the bushes. I am 6’ 1" and it was clearly a good bit taller than I am. I did not get out and try to stand next to it to get an idea of its height but I would guess it was 7 feet or more. It was covered in hair and its face was very primate looking but with slightly more of a human-like look than most primates. My friend and I were frozen in our seats but both managed to hit the door locks about the same time. Whatever it was turned and slowly taking long loping strides it walked off into the darkness. After taking a few steps it turned its head and looked back over its shoulder as if to see if it was being followed and we got one more look at those glowing red eyes.

My friend said it’s a fucking bigfoot and I did not bother to respond. I backed up as fast as I could and then spun the wheel and hammered the gas and wound out my 340 as fast as she could spin and down the long dark road we went.

My friend kept looking back through the rear window and I kept looking in the rearview mirror as if we half expected to see it attempting to chase us down on foot even though whatever it was only seemed to want to be left alone. I kept up a rather high speed until I reached the end of the road and once back on the paved road headed back to our town.

We had both been frightened enough that it may have been wise to stop before turning onto the paved road and heading home so we could check to see if we needed to toss our shorts in the bushes but even with the miles we had put behind us we did not want to slow down any more than we had to, to be able to make the turn and we definitely were not going to stop unless we absolutely had to due to another car coming down the road we were about to turn onto.

Our searching for a new route to use to freak our friends out was over and it ended with us being freaked out.

For days or more we both watched the papers and listened to the news to see if possibly someone else had seen something and reported it. We also wondered if some animal may have escaped from a traveling circus or while in shipment to a zoo or something but we never read or heard anything like that or about anyone seeing anything.

We kept the experience to ourselves because we were sure that people would figure that we were crazy, lying or were tripping when we saw whatever it was. I am not one to believe that bigfoot exist and even if they do I am positive that one would not be found in the farmlands of Northern Illinois but we both saw something that if described would sound pretty darn close to being exactly like a bigfoot.

If I had been alone and saw it I think I might have figured that it was just one of the acid flashbacks that I had been promised kicking in and just enjoyed it but with having my friend with me and him also seeing what I saw when I saw it and him freaking out the same time I did I believe it to be impossible that we both had a acid flashback at the precise same moment and saw the exact same thing as the other.

We saw something but as I said to this day I cannot begin to figure out or even guess what it actually was.

For a short time we considered taking our friends down that long road hoping that we would again spot whatever it was we saw and then our friends would see it to but the combination of being scared and figuring that the odds of ever seeing it again were slim to none we never went back again.

It most certainly was a night to remember.
 
first time i got high, it was winter, and theres a hill right near our smoking spot (it happened to be covered in ice) and we all ran up there, pretending we were from lord of the rings or something, and the hill was a mountain hahhahaha
we then slid ON OUR STOMACHS down the hill
WICKED STUFF!! :D
 
not to long ago i was babysittin these little guys next door
and i was craving to smoke
and i just so happened to have my pipe and bud with me
so i told the kids that we're gonna play hide and seek so i could go do my thing
so they both ran inside to hide
and i seshed on the side of their house for 15 minutes.

i never found them...hah
 

JohnnytheGiant

Active Member
The first time I got high I was over at my girlfriend's house and I didn't think I was gonna be effected and I totally blacked out walking back to her house from toking in some field and I woke up sitting on the floor in her kitchen with her mom asking me what I wanted to drink for dinner like 15 minutes later...I was paranoid as shit!!! lol But all was good her mom didn't expect a thing...I think.
 

nj12nets

Active Member
I had smoked approx 8-9 times never getting high...then one day I'm in my bathroom with a friend who brought in a joint and i took one pull looked in the mirror and my eyes were instantly gone i couldn't even take hits after like 3/4 cuz i was too busy laughing...5 minutes later i was on the floor rolling around laughing for like15 minutes cause each time i'd get up something would be so funny i'd fall back down laughing.... as i took the second hit my thoughts were " wow so this is w hy everyone smokes I've gotta do this again" That was approx 5 years ago and the only time i've stopped smoking was for a drug test
 

redivider

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i remember the first time I got high... i was in 8th grade... this guy I knew sold me 2 grams of creepy or chronic and I made a ghetto pipe with a pen.... i sneaked out to a man-made lake by my house, my mom was at church, my sisters were at my house... i smoked a whole gram by myself, i didn't know how much I needed.... i couldn't smoke anymore cuz my throat hurt, i didn't take anything to drink either.... i was thinking: this marijuana shit sux (i'd tried xtacy and LSD before), then as I walked towards my house which was about 2 blocks away i noticed i was walking zigzag down the side walk, i kept repeating "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit" and everything was sort of slow'motion.... and I couldn't stop zigzagin... so i zig zagged my ass home, and got a lil cooler, put some ice in it, grabbed a gallon of water, and went into my room... i played sum video games and listened to some bobmarley's "survival" CD (a classic).... i can't remember 2 well but i knw my mom woke me up like at 3 in the mornin cuz the cd was still blaring, my lights and tv was still on.... memories.....

now, almost 10 years later, i have no regrets, i didn't turn into a junkie, didn't throw my life away like the ads say.... i stopped using hard drugs but still smoke, and will keep on smoking....................time to toke away now... :D
 

420Princess

Member
my first time smoking i went to disney land
i could not stop laughing! i felt like my head was detached from my body.
i loved it
:eyesmoke:
 

hippietoker18

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When I was like 14 I was hanging around with a bunch of older kids and we all smoked pot together. One time we were together smoking and the cops had found us and was asking lots of questions. I totally got us all out of it because they knew we had pot, they saw it. But I was telling them that they searched us illegally and all and that if they did anything about it I'd press charges against them to get them fired. I was saying all this stuff about our rights which pissed them off, but they knew what I was talking about. So we walked and nothing happened to us we got to keep our bag. If one of the kids got busted he wouldve went to state or whatever for a while. Any way I impressed them that day which helped me out with connections later on in life.
 
out of a vase converted to a bong. In the garage, upstairs. glass vase with cork stuck on the top, big plastic flex straw going down to the bottom. brass pipe fitting as the bowl. ghetto but it worked

I remember walking in the back door of the house with my buddy... and just laughing at my grandma as we walked by her. bongsmilie
 
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