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TarTar
* Dog in the Sand *
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 Posted - 10/27/2009 : 19:46:14
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A contrived topic but it's 1:42 a.m. and I have to work at 4:00 a.m. and I'm a little alcohol buzzed so I feel like talking about those ridiculous drugged moments.
I remember being out on back country roads in my younger years while baked out of my mind and every so often in the far distance there would be a flashing red light, which meant 'stop' upon arrival. Yet in my delirious stoned state, hundreds of yards away, I would think, "Better get on that braking" and slow down long before I had to, and therefore reach a standstill well in front of stopping destination, look up and realize that I had a long way to go before legality hit place and speed back up, taking ages to get there at that point, accentuating the drug-addled experience.
Tame, I know. TAAAAME!
My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner... reduce my felony to a misdemeanor |
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danjersey
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
2792 Posts |
Posted - 10/27/2009 : 20:25:31
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well you painted a pretty clear picture
I would hate to be run down by a stoner
it would take forever |
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Jose Jones
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 10/28/2009 : 04:37:31
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i once very stupidly did a big J right before i had to hop on the Interstate, where the speed limit is 65mph. i for the life of me could not get the car past 60. i tried so hard just to get to the speed limit so i'd look normal, but i just couldn't.
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Bohemoth
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USA
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Posted - 11/08/2009 : 03:27:43
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| heres one I was up in the mountains here in west Virginia. back where tgere used to be old coal mines and logging roads 40 miles from the nearest paved road. me and my buddy (pun intended) got very stoned. You could drive up in the Mountains all Day and not meet onother vehicle sometimes. This was also before cellphones,not that you would've had service anyway. We stoped and turned the motor off. We got out and was looking around then we got back in and my Bronco wouldn't start. I Knew what was Wrong i Needed a Jump Start. We realized How screwed we Were,all stoned and all. about how ever long later (still stoned) a pickup comes along. We Try to compose ourselves when he rolles up to see if we could get a jump, we'll Guess What he was def and mute. He could not here us or talk to us. As you can amagine this really freaked us out. What ewere the chances Right? Me and curley are lookin at each other,trying not to bust out in histarical laghter. He did have a notebook though and could read thank god. so we have a conversation on paper and he understands what is going on. He give us a Jump all was cool and the he smoked a bowl with us. |
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Jose Jones
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 11/08/2009 : 08:20:09
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hilarious!
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TRANSMARINE
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 11/08/2009 : 09:10:45
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Back in college days ('91-'92) a roommate and I spent 3 days stoned. We ditched school, work, and everything else and literally existed in a cloudy haze for 72 hours. During this time frame we discovered the joy of dipping Oreo's in French onion dip, making 'pizza', and homemade popcorn balls. We popped corn, put it in a bowl, and then poured whatever we could find that was sweet and sticky (Karo syrup was a main ingredient), formed them into clumps, and put them in the fridge. Within hours they were mush. The 'pizza' was a microwaved frozen burrito with American cheese and sour cream on top of it. Quite tasty, as I recall.
Aside from our delicacies, there was an incident that lasted for hours which had us horrified. We had a hanging lamp with a paper shade, and it's cord ran behind a huge bookcase which weighed about a million pounds. Well, the lightbulb burnt out. The thing that had us extremely worried was the fact that all of our lightswitches in the apartment were inconsistent. Normally you would flip a switch into an upward position to turn a light on, or flip it down to turn it off, but all of our switches were different. So, we didnt know if the lamp with the burnt out bulb was on or off, and we were ABSOLUTELY convinced if we replaced the bulb while the switch was in the 'on' position it would explode and KILL US. We couldn't unplug it from the wall because of the bookcase. This went on for about 2 hours...the failed pep-talks and assurances, fear and anger, sudden courage and then cowardice. Ultimately we managed to screw the new bulb in without catastrophe. We had survived. That's my best stoned story.
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