>take a couple hits from one hitter
>decide to go to grocery store to buy candy
>walk into store feeling like I was on a rocket to Mars, feel like each step is like I'm doing lunges
>instantly paranoid everyone is watching me, grab a snickers, slam it on the counter
>didn't realize there was someone already there paying for food, ended up just cutting in line
>realize what I did, sperg and run out of store
>post this, think about going back to store for second attempt at candy
>>29533458
>camping with about 9 people
>someone brings his bong to the camp fire one night
>one person gets high for the first time
>he starts freaking out
>he starts having panic attacks
>someone has to calm him down for the rest of the night in his tent
>>29533693
Fuck that guy should had left him to his trip
I WANT TO QUIT BUT I COMPULSIVELY BUY :(
>>29533458
>place order for tendies and fries at diner
>maximum crispus attucks stoned.3gp_1
>Neil armstrong lunge to pickup counter
>Waitress: Are you the one who ordered the chicken fingers?
>'YES MA'AM' totally forgetting my earbuds make it hard to gauge my tone of voice.
>Awkwardly pay for food and leave.
>used to drink everyday
>$350 a month on booze
>now $60 of weed lasts 3 weeks
Feels good saving money and fighting alcoholism
>>29533975
Good man, I did the same about 4 months ago
>>29533458
>Be me, aged 16 at the time, smoking weed during the summer holidays
>Really fucking high, decide to go eat something
>Walk into the kitchen for food, look around and see a bowl of cooked (but cold) pasta
>Eat a self-destructive amount of cold pasta using my hands, probably making disgusting sucking sounds too
>Go back to chilling in my room, listening to music and playing vidya
>Couple minutes later and I start to feel sick
>Decide to lay in bed and wait for the nausea to subside
>Feel okay after a while, when suddenly I roll over and vomit a mound of barely-digested pasta onto the ground
>The individual strands where long and unbroken, which suggested that I forgot to chew my fuckiny food
>Simultaneously get hit with the worst spins I've ever experienced -- the kind that I didn't think you could get from smoking weed
>Too sick to even bother cleaning up, so I tell myself I'll deal with it in the morning and hope no one enters my room
>stagger over to the door and shut it just in case
>Wake up next morning, fresh as a daisy
>Look to my side and realise the disgusting pasta vomit is gone without a stain
>Bedroom door is still closed, plus I'd have woken up if someone started cleaning up that close to my bed
>Parents are incredibly strict, so even if they did see it, I'd have gotten my ass beaten and made to clean it myself
>Conclude that only two things could have happened:
>Dog somehow entered the room and are my pasta vomit (although she was a small dog, and probably couldn't have opened my door, let alone closed it)
>I imagined the whole ordeal (even more terrifying to think of)
Either way, the weed I smoked was really, really fucking strong.
