right now. i am high. that is all. but i willl correct my previous staement by saying that i am very high. true strory
Happy 420 all faithful heads. "What's that shit ya be smokin?" I'm gonna go with my stash of 2 month cured blue cheese, platinum kush from the clinic, two month cured OG kush from my own garden, some 8 month cured OG kush, and cap the night off with my Grand daddy purple and Purple Kush for ma Lakers! Smoke responsibly heads.
I haven't smoked much in a while but a friend of mine scored a half pound of this bubblegum flavored Maui nug from one of Willie Nelson's roadies 2 weeks ago and a ton of people are getting together tonight at this chick's lake house tonight to get blazed and watch some of the Fiesta fireworks above the lake. I was this close to going to Marleyfest in Austin, though.
My 420 story: Date: Sunday, April 20th. Time: Roughly 12 noon Weather: Clear blue skies @73 Degrees, winds slight breeze 2-3 mph Just to set the tone. I don't buy anymore and only smoke once in a blue moon. So this was a surprise. Also my brotther and I define sibling rivalry to a "T" and he's a Dolphin fan to boot. So yesterday me and my brother go golfing. 11am, just drank a redbull we get there. My brother gets the cart I'm waiting at the car. He pulls up I proceed to load the cart with my gear. He says you drive so I start putting my personal shit in the drivers side cubby and low and behold there is a 1/2" of roach just staring at me. I check it out and confirm it's authentisity. So I throw my cigs on top of it just to keep it around for a while and let the posibility mull around in my head. This was rolled pretty good and was packed to the very tip so it's got a potential punch. I'm like, this is a sign. My brother was going on on how he wasn't gonna drink too much (as he always does) so his game wont be adversly affected and how he will defeat me. I'm sitting there thinking I'm gonna get high. By the third hole my game has left me wondering why I come out here in the first place. I'm spraying balls all over the place and my bro is already up 3 strokes. Then it hits me. I have instant apathy waiting. I fire it up and my brother is in disbelief of either that I am smoking a roach of unknown origin or smoking period to which I have no clue and don't care. To make this a long story short I make it even by the turn (grab some brews) and I go on to beat my brother by 3 strokes who decided not to join me. And he's a pot head. He just shakes his head in disgust and declares golf is not for him after 10 years of playing. He called me today and said he's over it and wants to play next week. :rofl:ricky williams
