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How Many Times Have You Been High?

zomg how did he not pick that BABE!?

Because shortly after, Fred Savage discovered 420 and eventually became a smackhead playing clarinet in a Bret Easton Ellis adaptation.




"Ohhhh?!!...OHHH....I can feel my dick.....I can feel my DICK!!!1!"
 
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first a bomb sounds like a colossal waste of pot and i wish he had left the names in on this one.


Back then pot was $135/pound for Mexican ($15 oz), $165/pound Colmbian or sens ($15-20/oz)

Hash was $5-10/gram or about $100/oz. Hash oil was really expensive $65/gram (i forget what we paid for the jug of it we had. But oil lasted a really long time.

Then of course there was the African pot. It was really expesive at $250 a pound - $25/oz

As to the African, Russ' sister Sprite (nickname) was going out with the son of a Nigerian diplomat (not a prince). Her BF brought bag a full sized suitcase and a shoulder bag filled with pot.

Russ went to Atlanta to pick up the shoulder bag for us. They decided to trip after they smoked a little. While tripping, Russ had a problem differentiating size and took the suitcase with him.

When he got back to campus, Sprite called. He wasn't going to go back to Atlanta. She decided to come up the next weeked to collect whatever wasn't sold and the cash.

On ounce of that barely fit into a baggie. Everybody loved us that week. In fact we became heroes in the African-American society.

A beloved former Deac bball player came back to campus and told me to come to a party in the room of a current ballplayer that I didn't know too well.

He told me about all this great African pot that he and the other black guys had come across. When I chuckled, he shook his head and said,"I should have known."

After the game that night, I headed over to the party. I knocked on the door and all the music was turned off. I announced myself. The host just said,"Who is the white guy at the door to someone in the room?"

He was freaked out. Before leaving I called out to the ex-player. He met on the benches on The Quad and brought me back into the party.

I didn't stay long. There were too many people in the room. However starting the next I was getting nods from lots of people I didn't know too well.
 
Back then pot was $135/pound for Mexican ($15 oz), $165/pound Colmbian or sens ($15-20/oz)

Hash was $5-10/gram or about $100/oz. Hash oil was really expensive $65/gram (i forget what we paid for the jug of it we had. But oil lasted a really long time.

Then of course there was the African pot. It was really expesive at $250 a pound - $25/oz

As to the African, Russ' sister Sprite (nickname) was going out with the son of a Nigerian diplomat (not a prince). Her BF brought bag a full sized suitcase and a shoulder bag filled with pot.

Russ went to Atlanta to pick up the shoulder bag for us. They decided to trip after they smoked a little. While tripping, Russ had a problem differentiating size and took the suitcase with him.

When he got back to campus, Sprite called. He wasn't going to go back to Atlanta. She decided to come up the next weeked to collect whatever wasn't sold and the cash.

On ounce of that barely fit into a baggie. Everybody loved us that week. In fact we became heroes in the African-American society.

A beloved former Deac bball player came back to campus and told me to come to a party in the room of a current ballplayer that I didn't know too well.

He told me about all this great African pot that he and the other black guys had come across. When I chuckled, he shook his head and said,"I should have known."

After the game that night, I headed over to the party. I knocked on the door and all the music was turned off. I announced myself. The host just said,"Who is the white guy at the door to someone in the room?"

He was freaked out. Before leaving I called out to the ex-player. He met on the benches on The Quad and brought me back into the party.

I didn't stay long. There were too many people in the room. However starting the next I was getting nods from lots of people I didn't know too well.

Too high for all this
 
We were at this hippie music concert one time, really really really baked. Beautiful evening, sitting on the grass, just marinating and enjoying the band. Just in front of us there is a hippie dude there with his friends. The kid is wearing normal hippie gear. It's in the middle of the show and the sun has set and the lawn is pretty crowded. Well, as my friend really has to go to the bathroom but does not want to leave where he is, he just starts peeing right there. My friend is oblivious and his stream makes it over to these hippies in front of us smoking grass and drinking beers. The hippie is like WTF?! My friend was like, It's cool, it's cool. Then the hippie was like, It's not cool to get pissed on man! About then my friend notices his pee and sees it chilling on that hippie's leg. Here's where the real fun begins. Instead of zipping up, walking over to the bathroom, apologizing, and pissing like a normal human being, this dude tries to convince the hippie that everything is ok, while I try to get between them (he had stopped pissing) and assure the hippie that we are all friends and we should just get lost in the music. I guess his stoned logic was that the dirty hippie would not care that he was getting pissed on, and in fact would be cool with it, because he is a dirty hippie and we were all one shimmering entity that evening and it was all happening together. Once the pee trail was finished he squatted there on his blanket and kept waving for the baby to crawl on back. It was crazy weird and I was wondering if this was really happening. Totally mezmerized. My friend took a leak like a normal person and then I guess disappeared. Thankfully we were wearing matching neon yellow t-shirts and he eventually returned; though, after giving it more thought, he was incredulous almost to the point of anger that this dirty hippie didn't think it was cool to get pissed on. I can't tell you if this whole episode took 10 minutes or 3 hours, but it felt like about 2 weeks. The "It's not cool to get pissed on, man!" episode made for a really memorable concert.
 
Just for the record, I am not the one who peed on the hippie.

Happy 4/20 everyone! Enjoy! May you all get pandas soon. Pandas as far as the eye can see. Playing and sliding down slides. I need one of these.

 
Did 420 right today. In the triad if you get ahold of some of the plant food they sell at the headships - its amazing. Its almost like MDMA before it got corrupted. Plus legal and drug test free.
 
Our buddy worked at WXII. We were starting an egagement party for him at the studio when he got off the air on a Saturday night.

It was a small crew. They joined us in getting high while he was on the air. About twenty minutes after he got off the air the engineer fed a copy Deep Throat to the monitors in the studio for us.

There was only one problem. He hit the wrong button and put the porn on the air for about ten seconds before realizing what he had done.

Of the ten or so calls, all but two wanted more of the movie.

We weren't done yet. The star of the party lived over by the Bethabra Cemetary. We had run out of beer and wine and Russ had run out of cigarettes. So he walked over to the Circle K.

About an hour later, we started what had happened to Russ. He'd be back soon. No worries.

About hour fomr then we decided to form a search party. If there was ever, the blind leading the blind, this was it.

We spread out and couldn't find him for a while. Finally someone saw smoke coming out of the ground. Apprently there was a funeral the next morning. Russ had fallen into an open grave.

After we stopped laughing at him, we lifted him out. He said every time he tried to get out he lost his grip and fell back in. He was kinda pissed that we had waited so long to look for him.

BTW - the 420 crap is for amateurs. As deacref will tell you, we didn't need to wait to any stinkin 420. Most afternoons you couldn't see down the hall in New dorm.

When you woke up the next morning, your hotel room was trashed and there was a tiger in the bathroom.

You had the valet get your car and he brought back a police car.

You followed the trail to a small wedding chapel, where you met the Eastern-European proprietor and he told you that one of your friends has been married the night before to a stripper.

A small Chinese man jumped nude from your car trunk and hit you in the face with a tire iron.

You ended up salvaging the whole ordeal with a screaming casino bender in which you won thousands of dollars and got your friend back home just in time for his wedding.




I finished your story for you, RJ. You're welcome.
 
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smidge is like the bumbling, laughing idiot in tie dye at the dave matthews concert going "i'm so high bro!!! 420!"
 
One of the Peters' sisters was in grad school. She sent what we thought were some of her famous choclate chip cookies. Luckily she called to tell us about the false bottom in the can. She was working on the experiments at Berkley of acid and sent us too many to count.

One night several of us had taken some and were sitting on the wal by the PIKA House watching the lights of The quad like they were a pinball machine when dickie B showed up telling us he and his buddy were to go to Charlotte to see a concert.

I said something like, "If you can figure out how to get out of the parking lot behind the dorm, you'll be OK."

About thirty minutes later he returned asking if I remembered where he had parked his car. I was coherent enough to tell i'd take him to his car if gave me his keys.

He did. I got one of the hippie chicks to make room for Dickie on the wall.

Are you talking about the white Sandoz tabs that appeared on campus in the Spring of 1970?
 
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Yeah RJ, the stories are amazing but they are too much for this thread.

Have you guys tried the legal mdma they're selling in headshops recently. It's usually labeled plant food and Green Buddha is the best. It's like E before it got all methed out.
 
anyone ever seen the show on nick jr. "yo gabba gabba". pretty sure it would be epic if you were stoned. unfortunately, i no longer partake. :sadpanda
 
anyone ever seen the show on nick jr. "yo gabba gabba". pretty sure it would be epic if you were stoned. unfortunately, i no longer partake. :sadpanda

Definitely true.

The episode with Jack Black is particularly AWESOME.
 
Yeah RJ, the stories are amazing but they are too much for this thread.

Have you guys tried the legal mdma they're selling in headshops recently. It's usually labeled plant food and Green Buddha is the best. It's like E before it got all methed out.

Is this serious? What headshop in the Triad has this?
 
I have to thank the creator of this thread. Without it I wouldn't have gotten the greatest neg rep ever:"way to glorify irresponsible behavior".

DUH! That's the purpose of this thread.

In reality, I should have gotten positive for following the spirit of the thread for a change :)

Geez some need to learn to have fun.
 
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