Ok... stoner story number one.... in true stoner style if your all sitting comfortably..... ill begin
Well... one day me and my mate Dean went into town for some breakfast..... we enjoyed breakfast and then fancied a smoke, we went to our usual spot in the town centre skinned one and chilled for a bit. Now these 3 exceptionally gorgeous lasses sat down and start ripping on a bong; I want you to picture the scene here in this most central of spots not 20 yards from the doors of the largest shopping centre in town. The world passes on by theres a guy having a tin of spesh and a biff on a rather disgusting likely-infested chair that someones dragged out to the former grave yard. We're sat on a low wall with an overgrown on the piss Leylandi that just about shields you enough to get the pans out both from the elements and randomers.
This might not sound so alien to some of you but we're in England, mid 00s and smoking weed is illegal definitely still frowned upon if not a guaranteed way to die.
Mthe guy on the chair looks at his spliff in "that way" exclaims 'Is that three gorgeous girls sat over there smoking weed?!?!' shakes his head in disbelief, says something about "good shit" then yells "thats a trap!" docks his reefer, launches his special brew and walks off.
We end up giving the girls rolling lessons ripping the bong and met up later. Nobody had any kids - except for Dean!
Shit Story but ya gotta start somewhere!
quote of the day:
"Yeah. And my dad told me I was barking mad, insane, crazy, for moving in with Kat and Dave whom I'd not met, but known for over four years." - IBF
Sunday 23 September 2007
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