*OFFICAL* Shit Us Stoners Say!

"I'm not smoking that weed again,I don't know man,did it seem cured right to you,it just tasted weird"
 
Oh, I got one: "Hey, what did you do with the bubbler?" "I don't know. Didn't you just have it?" "I don't think so." "Oh shit, there it is on the coffeetable!" "Dude, I just had a heart attack. I thought it was gone forever. " Did that just about 5 effin' mintues ago. Wth? I think I'm too stoned and too drunk for my own good. Damn those killer premie buds and that high alcohol-content beer! ROFLMFAO!
:dunce:
 
Oh, I got one: "Hey, what did you do with the bubbler?" "I don't know. Didn't you just have it?" "I don't think so." "Oh shit, there it is on the coffeetable!" "Dude, I just had a heart attack. I thought it was gone forever. " Did that just about 5 effin' mintues ago. Wth? I think I'm too stoned and too drunk for my own good. Damn those killer premie buds and that high alcohol-content beer! ROFLMFAO!
:dunce:
LOL..Let the good times roll,and hey man,just let it happen,and understand that you have no choice but to be like that right now lol...
 
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im the type of stoner that can never stop smoking. ive smoked an ounce in a day. if i have it i gotta smoke it. lol i better not ever smoke crack.
 
"Hey, help! I'm stuck to the seat! I think the plastic melted or something!? HELP!" - Me, frantically pleading to my sister 4 years ago on Halloween when I thought my costume somehow fused to the seat in her car. I was dressed as a bag of weed. I had cut out a bunch of pieces of green construction paper and decorated them to look like nuggets, which I then attached to a green colored shirt I was wearing. After I had covered myself front and back with nugs, I then proceeded to wrap myself in several layers of saran wrap. Well, after getting myself fully in costume, we smoked a bowl and hit the road to go to a Halloween party. Twenty-minutes later and I was still high as hell when we reached the party. I was sitting shotgun, and when I went to get out of the car I suddenly realized I couldn't move. It was then that I cried out the aforementioned words to my sister as I desperately tried to escape. It was only after about five seconds of struggling that I finally realized what the actual problem was: I had my seatbelt on. Once we realized what was finally happening, we both about died laughing. I walked into that party with my face red from laughter, and dried streaks of tears stained on my face.

And that is a true story.
 
im the type of stoner that can never stop smoking. ive smoked an ounce in a day. if i have it i gotta smoke it. lol i better not ever smoke crack.

Yeah, that's not a good thing...

I've always had an ounce or two sitting around, then have a half broken up into smaller baggies stashed around my room and some for 'current use' in a tin. Save some from every pickup and it will build up over time. Put aside what you're going to smoke that week and put the rest away in separate stash box or whatever.

I had a fantastic stash until I went on vacation and my dad stole it.
 
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