So my best friend and I were chilling out at the water hole which is now surrounded by like 5 foot tall grass. So were sitting in the grass smoking up and when we stood up there was this old lady in a moomoo with her poodle. She said something about how in her days people wouldnt hide. Then my friend was talking about the tall grass. Then the old lady asked us if we throw our roaches away? My friend told her that we keep them to smoke later. Then she asked us how we dont burn our fingers. Then we explained that we put in a filter. and then when were done we take it out and puts what left in the pipe and smoke it. Some other words were exchaned and we went on our way, laughing our asses off.
If this wasnt funny then I guess you had to be there.

I love it when you randomly encounter other smokers. Especially when you wouldnt expect it.

dude that rocks

I was on my lunch break earlier this week and I was walking around trails in some woods that are near my job and I walked past a group of high school kids and one of them asked me if I smoke and when I replied yes another one of the kids got super excited and waved me over and asked if I wanted some. The kid had AK-47, it was pretty good.

I smoked up with 2 different store owners, in their stores today. Once in 7-11, dude bought a gram of purple erkle off me, and we smoked a blunt in the back. Then at the cigarette outlet around my house, I smoked up with the owner in the back out of a bong. He had some pretty good headies... He was also popping xanax the whole time.. ugh.

Still had a great time though; those hindu convenience store owners know their bud. We smoked two grams in one sitting outta his 7.0 Roor icemaster. He put a sign up out front saying he'd be back in an hour, and by the time I walked out.. I was slumped. Good fun. I love smoking with old-heads.

Both of my parents, who are very respectable business owners in the community also blaze strictly nugs. I don't smoke with them often, but I just love it when momma asks me to get her a 1/2, and I know they're going to be absolutey baked for the next week. Makes for good fun when my mom comes stumbling down the stairs at 12am after toking from her Illadelph daddy beaker I bought her. raiding the kitchen for some munchies; I just can't help to laugh, even though this has been going on for ever - they both smoked pot for atleast 30 yrs. awesome.

Thats wicked. I had a former employerk ask me out of the blue where I got my pot from. Because he knew I smoked all the time. And so he ended up asking me if I could sell him a joint. He didnt want anyone to know. Especially the other worker who was there. So he left for his break before I was leaving to go home, and he met me down the road, gave me a ride home and waited outside for me to roll one.