That Time When You Got Way Too Stoned

All great stories!
 
StoneOtter said:
So it's the mid 70's and I'm escorting my friend from our hometown in Massachusetts to her dorm at St Mikes College Vermont. It was a nice day and we were hitchhiking. Paranoid, I put my bag of Panama Red under a rock on interstate rt xx in Mass, got a ride and yelled out a quarter mile down the road to STOP the car we have to get out and go back, when I remembered it was back there. Well Melvin, who was cooler than we knew, figured us out and put the monte carlo in reverse and backed up the highway and got aur pot.

I immediately rolled a pinner and set it on fire and we got so stoned, no one could drive! That was back then even! That red was something else! We pulled into a White River Junction diner and sobered up. Laughed our asses off! The place had drive in theater intermission music playing and we couldn't stop laughing to that. Marvin may have shared from a bag of what he called gold. That was good but I think the red was so good it could actually "rob your head"! Good times!
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I guess you didn’t want it on you in case the cops happen to come by. Don’t blame ya there. It’s crazy how the simplest things can make a buzz so much better. And I’m surprised he actually backed up. Cool people man, you gotta love em.
 
DV8 said:
Love the vibe of this thread.

Two incidents stick out.

Finished a week at trade school and one of the other apprentices had run out. Got on for him through a mate, we drove up to the top of a hill in seperate cars to meet him.

Cash was exchanged, but before the bag was handed over my mate insisted we all have a sesh together, a good will gesture for him doing us a favour. Reluctantly I gave in, and about an hour later it was dark and we needed to get home on our seperate ways. I was feeling fine, lightly toasted, till the evening air hit me.

As they drove off I fumbled for my keys getting worse by the second. By the time I got to my car it was obvious I was going nowhere. I just sat there wrecked, and when Id finally talked myself into leaving I rounded the first bend down hill and fog had rolled in heavy and thick. Needless to say it was wildly unhelpful, and made me feel ten times worse.

By the time I got home following the white lines 6 hours had passed, the journey straight would have been 40 mins tops. Of course my girlfriend was going ballastic from the second I walked in, up until then and looking at the clock I had no idea so much time had passed, must have been going at about cycling pace the entire way.


2020 Xmas day was the last time I went too hard. Was an early lunch, then I had a Brownie about an hour later. Then another 30 mins later. Still felt only a bit trippy so had another 30 mins later. Then all of a sudden it hit me all at once. Was bed ridden in the end seriously concerned about my life choices. I couldnt even watch The Grinch with its rhyming narration. Never have I been so stoned, felt like poisoning. Couldnt laugh, could hardly hold a proper sentence together, and it just kept getting more and more intense. Tried to nap and closing my eyes was worse increasing the sensations. I basically patted my daughters cat for 4 hours staring at the ceiling. Lasted about 8 hours.

Took home a grab bag of 3 more though when we left late the next day.
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Took 6 hour to drive what usually takes 40 minutes. You sure you weren’t push the car.? Maybe you were so high the car was driving you. Who know maybe lol.

The second story was definitely not Cloud 9 in guessing.
Hahahaha that sound like one of those please god take this buzz away moments for me.
 
I have a few but sorry for not being the best story teller as the rest of you.

First one...
I was 16 and right before school me and a few friends decided to smoke. My buddy had a gram to split between the 5 of us and one of my friends suggested to make a gravity bong. After a a long time trying to find everything to make one i ended up building my first one ever.
I took 3 rips off it and and the next thing i remember i had my face shoved into a book pretending to read it. I have no idea how i got to school or into that class. My teacher saw how messed up i was and thought i was so sick i couldnt even talk so he sent me home.

Second
My dad made hash oil and asked me to try it. I took one rip and wow. I coughed for no joke 45 min none stop but then his friend came over and my dad gave him some too. After his 45 min cough he started slowly laying down in the kitchen and half way down looks at us and says thats some good shit then lights out.
 
Tkmk said:
I have a few but sorry for not being the best story teller as the rest of you.

First one...
I was 16 and right before school me and a few friends decided to smoke. My buddy had a gram to split between the 5 of us and one of my friends suggested to make a gravity bong. After a a long time trying to find everything to make one i ended up building my first one ever.
I took 3 rips off it and and the next thing i remember i had my face shoved into a book pretending to read it. I have no idea how i got to school or into that class. My teacher saw how messed up i was and thought i was so sick i couldnt even talk so he sent me home.

Second
My dad made hash oil and asked me to try it. I took one rip and wow. I coughed for no joke 45 min none stop but then his friend came over and my dad gave him some too. After his 45 min cough he started slowly laying down in the kitchen and half way down looks at us and says thats some good shit then lights out.
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Dude that’s hilarious lmao. I remember making gravity bowls out of 2 liter bottle in the kitchen sink.

I busted out laughing at the second story because I to have been there. Been there more then once.
 
As a young boy growing up on a pig farm a bike ride to the nearest town took roughly 2 hours , weed was not like it is today and being a 11 or 12 year old boy I would smoke whatever I got my hands on , a friend had this ball of hash I didn't know what it was very dark black and shiny squishy I remember arguing that there was no way that was weed , out came the old beer can pipe and we smoked the entire ball of hash , I remember experiencing waves of intoxication snapping back to reality looking at my friend and laughing , I was confused with anxiety rising I decided to walk home ! My mom was driving and seen me on the highway and told me to get in , she knew something was wrong thinking I was upset she asked if the Indians stole my bike (the reserve being in between the farm and town) I forgot my bike was all I could think, just stayed silent and my mother assumed it was stolen,,,, I see a CAT run infront of the car and I grab the wheel from the passenger seat and swerve the car fairly agressive , my mom yelled what the* beep bop boop * are you doing , I said you almost killed that cat! ..... she locked up the breaks and yelled that's an f*ing squirel , she grabbed my chubby face by the jaw and twisted my head towards her looked me directly in the eyes and said are you on drugs , I was terrified but for some reason just started laughing ...... many many many years later I still get the chills when I see my mothers boney skinny hands
 
Here’s a short story about the wife. One weekend I got some herb from my buddy. I can’t remember what it was called other the Lemon something. So I roll one up. Mind you most everything I roll is the size of a cigarette. So we’re on the deck smoking. Talking and what not. We were about half way through the joint. Then she say I gotta go in for a minute. I didn’t think much about it. So I sat outside and smoked the rest. I was buzzed. Had some heart palpitations going. Cotton mouth was coming on strong. I knew I was high. I was like I’m gonna go see what the woman’s doing. Came in the kitchen. She’s no where in sight. Not in the living room. Not on the front porch. I was like where the hell is she. So I went back through the house and turned down the hallway and I saw a shoe. So I kept walking and saw her pants. Then here shirt and under garments and the other shoe. She stripped trying to make it to bed. So I get to the bedroom and she’s in bed. I’m like baby what are you doing. She’s say I’m sick. I’m like what? She say I got to high. I got hot and dizzy. She can’t even hold her head up. I’m laughing at her and she’s trying to be serious. So I try and comfort her and she’s like don’t touch me I’m sick. And she’s making these moaning sounds and flinging her arms. Ohhh I’m sick. Naked as a jay bird. I felt bad for her but couldn’t help but laugh. She’ll tell you straight up that joint kicked her azz.
 
@HashFart Oh the power of THC lol. The laughing and giggling is where you want to be in a good high. But when you cross that threshold into hallucinations, can’t move, being just a set of eyes because nothing wants to work. Cold sweats hit ya like freight train. That’s a whole different high. That’s Zombie high lol
 
IKilledIt said:
I guess you didn’t want it on you in case the cops happen to come by. Don’t blame ya there. It’s crazy how the simplest things can make a buzz so much better. And I’m surprised he actually backed up. Cool people man, you gotta love em.
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Marvin, the driver who picked us up that day called me for weeks looking for a bag of red. Times were different then.
 
mmm, I do remember a glass of warm coco with hashies... but the piece of hash was kinda big that was many joints worth of hash, the taste with the coco even was way to sharp.
That was no fun... I spent hours sweating and moaning, couldn't move, just sat upright riding a rollercoaster for hours.
Then finally when it was over I slumped down and fell asleep for most of the day.
That was a bad trip, usually I don't believe in bad trips as the toughest ones are the most educational or interesting.
And well this was no trip but weed is psychoactive, I frequently get closed eyes visuals with joints.
Anyway no fun, hours of profuse sweating and going uuuuuuuuuuhhhh don't feel to well.. and inside your going 120 mph up down left right back front loopdeloop in all directions.. and you can't lay down cause then you get that sensation coupled with falling down to infinity.
I mean I don't mind having the Earth knocked away under my feet but not when you're spinning like in a gyroscope chair and it just doesn't stop.
 
Fenderbender said:
mmm, I do remember a glass of warm coco with hashies... but the piece of hash was kinda big that was many joints worth of hash, the taste with the coco even was way to sharp.
That was no fun... I spent hours sweating and moaning, couldn't move, just sat upright riding a rollercoaster for hours.
Then finally when it was over I slumped down and fell asleep for most of the day.
That was a bad trip, usually I don't believe in bad trips as the toughest ones are the most educational or interesting.
And well this was no trip but weed is psychoactive, I frequently get closed eyes visuals with joints.
Anyway no fun, hours of profuse sweating and going uuuuuuuuuuhhhh don't feel to well.. and inside your going 120 mph up down left right back front loopdeloop in all directions.. and you can't lay down cause then you get that sensation coupled with falling down to infinity.
I mean I don't mind having the Earth knocked away under my feet but not when you're spinning like in a gyroscope chair and it just doesn't stop.
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I never really associated being to high with being a bad trip. More of a you took to much man. But it does make sense. When people say weed is garbage. I simply tell them “ well you ain’t smoked the right weed.

For instance. I asked a friend of mine to help me finish up some roofs. I was short on help and needed to get these complexes finished. So he shows up and asked if we’ve smoked yet. I’m like no dude I don’t smoke at work. I asked out of curiosity. What do you got. He said he had a lot of different dab. I don’t smoke dab. So one of my guys including my brother took some hits off the pipe thing. As my brother was hitting it the guy says your hitting it wrong. So he shows my brother how to hit the pipe, vape thing. My brother sits in the guys truck for all of 5 or so minutes hitting this thing. Afterwards we get the tools out and compressor and all set up. And I noticed my brother sweating his ass off. Taking deep breath’s and say “ damn man”. He didn’t know if he was coming or going. It’s 630 am and the sweats hit him. He’s moaning and groaning and he’s like damn i need some water. He goes to the cooler and he’s chugging down some water. Comes back up and I’m like you alright. He like I’m good. But we knew otherwise. Wasn’t 5 minutes he was puking off the eve. We could all see it on his face. He was pale, eyes wide as a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Eyes red as brake lights. I knew he was done. I was pissed to say the least. Needless to say he barely made it through the day. All day long we teased his azz. We were like a little dab a do ya lol. Not that we even knew that was a saying since we used dab chalk in bathrooms and kitchens. Anyways I was picking my brother up and heading to a house we were starting. It’s 520 am we get to the job same deal. Get all set up. Get started between 630 and 7 it was like dajavu. I knew right off the bat he had smoked some dab. He started going through the motions. This time I was enraged. Same thing sick, sweats, puking the moans you name it. We got into an argument over it. I told him take his azz to the ground and he was off the clock. So he lays on these people’s front porch in the shade for over 6 hours. Going from house pipe to porch all day. Laying in the shade on the concrete porch with his wet t-shirt over his face. Thank God the homeowners were out of town. So embarrassing. I ended up laying down the Law. Told everyone No more smoking before work period. I ended up having to fire my brother. But he admitted to smoking dab. And no I didn’t fire him over that. He started missing work. I’d go to pick him up and he wouldn’t answer my calls or the door when I was in his driveway. Sorry for rambling.
 
IKilledIt said:
I never really associated being to high with being a bad trip. More of a you took to much man. But it does make sense. When people say weed is garbage. I simply tell them “ well you ain’t smoked the right weed.

For instance. I asked a friend of mine to help me finish up some roofs. I was short on help and needed to get these complexes finished. So he shows up and asked if we’ve smoked yet. I’m like no dude I don’t smoke at work. I asked out of curiosity. What do you got. He said he had a lot of different dab. I don’t smoke dab. So one of my guys including my brother took some hits off the pipe thing. As my brother was hitting it the guy says your hitting it wrong. So he shows my brother how to hit the pipe, vape thing. My brother sits in the guys truck for all of 5 or so minutes hitting this thing. Afterwards we get the tools out and compressor and all set up. And I noticed my brother sweating his ass off. Taking deep breath’s and say “ damn man”. He didn’t know if he was coming or going. It’s 630 am and the sweats hit him. He’s moaning and groaning and he’s like damn i need some water. He goes to the cooler and he’s chugging down some water. Comes back up and I’m like you alright. He like I’m good. But we knew otherwise. Wasn’t 5 minutes he was puking off the eve. We could all see it on his face. He was pale, eyes wide as a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Eyes red as brake lights. I knew he was done. I was pissed to say the least. Needless to say he barely made it through the day. All day long we teased his azz. We were like a little dab a do ya lol. Not that we even knew that was a saying since we used dab chalk in bathrooms and kitchens. Anyways I was picking my brother up and heading to a house we were starting. It’s 520 am we get to the job same deal. Get all set up. Get started between 630 and 7 it was like dajavu. I knew right off the bat he had smoked some dab. He started going through the motions. This time I was enraged. Same thing sick, sweats, puking the moans you name it. We got into an argument over it. I told him take his azz to the ground and he was off the clock. So he lays on these people’s front porch in the shade for over 6 hours. Going from house pipe to porch all day. Laying in the shade on the concrete porch with his wet t-shirt over his face. Thank God the homeowners were out of town. So embarrassing. I ended up laying down the Law. Told everyone No more smoking before work period. I ended up having to fire my brother. But he admitted to smoking dab. And no I didn’t fire him over that. He started missing work. I’d go to pick him up and he wouldn’t answer my calls or the door when I was in his driveway. Sorry for rambling.
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I like the ramble. I used to tell everyone I hired listen there are 2 types of people in the world,

Those that can smoke and work and those that can't. If you come in here and can't do your job I will send your ass home and you better not come back high again. The others, we would smoke in the walk in after hours or in our cars at break
 
Krissi1982 said:
I like the ramble. I used to tell everyone I hired listen there are 2 types of people in the world,

Those that can smoke and work and those that can't. If you come in here and can't do your job I will send your ass home and you better not come back high again. The others, we would smoke in the walk in after hours or in our cars at break
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So true. When I get a good buzz I’m ready to work. I don’t want to talk and be part of the “ good ol boy’s club”. That’s what we called guys who just stood around bullshitting, talking while not getting anything done. I get lost in what I’m doing. I’m in my own little world. And the time just flies by. People who can do what I do I consider seasoned professionals lol.
 

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