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Quoting dole_juice_rul… from Dec 28 2011 7:06:51:
like 2 months ago me and my buddy where in his room after a night of a little boozin and what not and we just wanted to get some rips in before we had to head home for the night. It turned into like 3 or 4 backs in his syn and then i think 2 packs in his vape. I was feeling great at his house and he said he wanted to drive me home before his parents got home so i agreed and we got in his car. The car ride home was EPIC cause on the radio right when we turned it on it was literally the first second of Grey Street by DMB which i hadnt heard in forever and you know that feeling of how much better a song sounds on the radio then when you pick it on your ipod (and dmb just rules in general). So we ended up strolling around for a few extra minutes just to hear the end of the song and then he dropped me off. And tahts when it got bad. I went in the house and didnt feel so hot so just decided to call it a night and get in bed what turned out to be a bad mistake. My heart just started pumping super fast, like pumping hella hard like never before and I texted my buddy and he just told me to run some stairs or some shit (stupid advice) which did not work for shit and i looked like a damn fool to my parents. I ended up just yarfing everywhere it was pretty gross (mostly booz) but the point of this story is that now everytime i get high i still seem to get that fast or picked up heartbeat whcih I've learned to ignore now but its really been annoying the shit out of me!! Should I see a doctor NS or am I just sketching out and its all in my head cause of what happended that nite? Does anyone else ever have this problem too?

Quoting dole_juice_rul… from Dec 28 2011 7:11:47:
jk i love my mommy

Quoting alvy.$ from Dec 28 2011 7:35:26:
LOL NERD

Quoting ryan.c from Dec 28 2011 8:53:08:
i ran out once. that shit sucked

Quoting Kcin$ from Dec 28 2011 9:37:50:
I ran out the day before break and have been dry since. It blows

Quoting dole_juice_rul… from Dec 28 2011 7:06:51:
like 2 months ago me and my buddy where in his room after a night of a little boozin and what not and we just wanted to get some rips in before we had to head home for the night. It turned into like 3 or 4 backs in his syn and then i think 2 packs in his vape. I was feeling great at his house and he said he wanted to drive me home before his parents got home so i agreed and we got in his car. The car ride home was EPIC cause on the radio right when we turned it on it was literally the first second of Grey Street by DMB which i hadnt heard in forever and you know that feeling of how much better a song sounds on the radio then when you pick it on your ipod (and dmb just rules in general). So we ended up strolling around for a few extra minutes just to hear the end of the song and then he dropped me off. And tahts when it got bad. I went in the house and didnt feel so hot so just decided to call it a night and get in bed what turned out to be a bad mistake. My heart just started pumping super fast, like pumping hella hard like never before and I texted my buddy and he just told me to run some stairs or some shit (stupid advice) which did not work for shit and i looked like a damn fool to my parents. I ended up just yarfing everywhere it was pretty gross (mostly booz) but the point of this story is that now everytime i get high i still seem to get that fast or picked up heartbeat whcih I've learned to ignore now but its really been annoying the shit out of me!! Should I see a doctor NS or am I just sketching out and its all in my head cause of what happended that nite? Does anyone else ever have this problem too?

Quoting Mr.Capone from Dec 15 2011 4:57:03:
The housemates and I got super blazed and watched the movie Primer. For those that haven't seen it, the movie is about as trippy as they come and deals with time travel and time loops and shit. It's mindfuck level is basically Inception x10. So anyway, after watching it I was convinced that if I fell asleep I would jump multiverses or some stupid shit and convinced a roommate to let me sleep on his floor to "anchor me to this reality." Woke up and was still in our current universe. Felt like a dumbass. tl:dr - Get super blazed and watch Primer. Question reality. Another time I had just broken up with a longterm girlfriend and my head wasn't exactly in a good place, which at the time was kinda ruining smoking for me. It somehow lost being fun, and I had some really weird experiences. Anyway, a friend and I were at the beach toking up and I forgot how to get home/what exactly was around me. It was like my long term memory was totally gone. I kept feeling like my brain was constructing the world around me and that anything outside my immediate experience didn't really exist. Friend drove us home and I went to sleep (at about 3:00 in the afternoon) only to be woken up by a roommate who had her family over. Her ENTIRE family, grandma and all. I said I wasn't feeling well but she insisted I meet them...so I met her entire family blazed out of my mind. Eventually made it back to bed. tl:dr - Lost long term memory, thought I was constructing the world, met roommates family in a paranoid/high state. Ok one more. Totally forgot about this one. I really should put it at the top because it is by far the most terrifying weed related story of my life. This is gonna be long but it's a pretty awesome story. When I was in college I went to Ethiopia (Addis Abababa) twice to do volunteering (wound cleaning/medical help and teaching at an orphanage). The second time I went with a good friend and the first weekend we were there we decided to take a weekend trip 4 hours south of the city to a place called Lake Awassa. On the way down we tried chewing Khat which is this leaf that everyone there chews and is a euphoric stimulant. It was pretty fun and was an awesome way to start the weekend. The lake was beautiful and we saw rhinos and monkeys and swam etc. etc. On the way back we went through a region called "Shashamane" which is the part of Ethiopia that emperor Haile Salasse gave to the Rastafarians for their back to Africa movement. It was wild to drive through. There are 8 year old kids walking down the street smoking massive joints. Our Ehiopian friend Gutu insisted that we stop and take a tour of THE Rastafarian church which we of course are stoked to do. On our way into the compound a kid hold up this MASSIVE tree branch of weed and tries to sell it to us. We told him we might on the way out. We go into the compound and got a tour of the compound by a high Rastafarian priest named "Papa Baba." The guy was about 70 and the most permastoned person I've ever met. At the end of the tour he pulled out a massive joint and offered to smoke us up. He told us weed was legal in this region and that it would be his honor to smoke with us. Never one to turn down a once in lifetime opportunity, we blazed with Papa Baba and were both at a solid [9]. Leaving the compound we saw the kid again who offered to sell us his branch of weed but there were also some teenage kids there and one said he would get us much better weed at a much better price so we said we would get 100 birr (10 USD) worth. He ran off to his home and came back with what looked to be about an ounce of weed. We were stoked to say the least and got in our van, ready to drive back to Addis. Only problem was our driver decided he needed some Khat for the drive home so had run across the street to get some. All of a sudden these Ethiopian military police decked out in blue camo with AK-47's look into our van and start pointing. They come up and knock on the window and our friend Gutu gets out to talk to them. Apparently the little dickwad of a kid had gotten mad that we didn't buy from him and told the military police that the "firenge" (foreigners-white people) had bought weed. Anyway, Gutu got out and went to talk with them. He came back and told us that they wanted to talk to us. We were freaking out and sucked our shit together and went and talked to them. They said that they knew we had weed and that we could either "work it out" or go down to the station and be searched. Having heard stories of people being locked up in foreign prisons for a lot less we decided to go for the "work it out" option. We did our best to be super respectful but we were both terrified. Eventually they sent us back to the car and started negotiating bribe prices with Gutu. He comes back about 5 minutes later and says that "they want 1000 birr (100 USD) but I think we can do it for 300 (30 dollars haha). We instantaneously forked up the cash and Gutu went to give it to their man in street clothes who apparently was the designated bribe taker. Whatever. We peaced the fuck out of there and ended up throwing the weed out the window incase the police had told their friends down the road to stop us. The next 3 hours were the most what-the-fuck-am-I-doing-with-my-life, introspective thing I've ever experienced. On one hand I was euphoric that we had gotten away, on the other I was really evaluating my lifestyle choices. The girls who had come with us but hadn't smoked didn't talk to us the whole ride back. The one I had just managed to hook up with at the lake was especially pissed we had almost gotten all of us sent to an Ethiopian prison to rott and be forgotten about. My high/introspective state finally started wearing off around dinner when we stopped to eat. We all had some delicious Ethiopian beer and had a good laugh about what had just happened. When we were about to leave, our driver came in with his hand all wrapped up and explained that he had falled off the roof of the van when he was strapping some charcoal to it and that he thought he had broken his wrist and couldn't drive. Being in the afterglow of one of the craziest highs of my life and slightly buzzed from the beer, yet being the only one who could drive a stick I got to drive us the remaining 2 hours into the city. It was a blast driving in a place that has virtually no rules and we made it home in one piece. Craziest day of my life. When we got home and told our orphanage supervisor about what had happened (she was about 30 and super chill, and went out with us in the evenings), she thought it was hilarious and told us that she had some weed laying around that her boyfriend had given her and that we could have it if we wanted. The next day she gave us a baggie that was probably a 1/2 oz of some ridiculously dank weed. For the remaining 3 weeks of the month that we were there the volunteer house was a ridiculously fun place. tl:dr - Went to the Rastafarian region of Ethiopia, smoked with a Rastafarian High Priest, got ratted out to the military police, avoided Ethiopian prison by bribing them with 30 USD, driver broke wrist and I got to drive in Africa. Got back and our supervisor gave us a 1/2 oz. Good times.

Quoting nevetsw18 from Dec 28 2011 9:42:00:
How's that conversation gonna go? "hey doc, I get really fucked up when I smoke shit tons of weed, can you help me out?"

Quoting stefC from Dec 14 2011 5:05:48:

Quoting taj.$ from Dec 14 2011 4:01:21:
one time I bought weed that had orange hairs on it and got FUCKED up from it. Not sure if those orange things were supposed to be there (maybe pcp?) but it was fucking nuts for sure

Quoting dole_juice_rul… from Dec 29 2011 11:16:01:
ya bro Im pretty sure u can just be striaght up with the doctor right? considering my mom knows i toke the ganj i think i could tell the doc? i odnt really know tho maybe not

Quoting alvy.$ from Dec 29 2011 11:24:58:
doctors cant disclose any information you tell them

Quoting Mama.$ from Dec 30 2011 3:22:31:
Occasionally I get so high that my heart and lungs start to hurt. It's bad. One time my boyfriend and I were smoking late at night, and I got so high that I was holding my chest rocking back and forth on the bed thinking my lungs were on fire. Ouch. And he cant chew gum when he's high. Last time he did, he was driving on I-5, and thought he stopped breathing and had a panic attack in the middle of the highway. I had to hold the wheel til the next exit and drive all the way home. Weird?

Quoting skithesprings$ from Dec 30 2011 3:28:50:
some people just don't handle weed very well...

Quoting Guard_Puma from Dec 30 2011 4:01:39:
Twice I've burned half my right eyebrow off trying to light my friend's tiny piece. Also before a Kid Cudi concert me and 6 others rolled up a 3.2 gram blunt and hot boxed the shit out of my room, and I ended up rolling in the fetal position on the floor while everyone looked for my wallet. Made it to the concert though. And I was super drunk too. Otherwise only good things.

Quoting ButteredToast. from Dec 14 2011 9:57:43:
Am I the only one that shakes a lot when I get super high?

Quoting Tab$ from Dec 14 2011 10:00:40:
A full on panic attack here and there. Nothing feels worse than your brain trying to convince your body it is dying. Nothing.

Quoting reverendwrong from Dec 14 2011 4:32:13:
worst things that have ever happened to me while smoking the herb: 1)Coughing fit after massive bong rip 2)Cottonmouth 3)Got too high and fell asleep 4)Lack of cash

Quoting Mules from Mar 1 2012 11:19:44:
This is probably the luckiest cop in counter ever. So this doesn't involve me but my friends were going to smoke at some place near this old abandon building. They pulled up and once they got there 3 cop cars with flashing lights speeded in and surrounded the car. The cops were really looking for a cocaine dealer that was lurking around that area. The cops went to my friends car and started to question them. But then all the sudden the cocaine dealer sprints out near them and tries to get away because he was hiding there. 2 of the cop cars bolt after him and the one that stayed behind just talked to them and didn't search the car and he let them go.

Quoting taj.$ from Mar 1 2012 11:28:54:
Not really lucky, the cops just had better shit to do than to deal with some teenagers looking to smoke a bowl or two.

Quoting Mama.$ from Dec 30 2011 3:29:39:
Yeah, we both have a definite limit. I can smoke like two bong rips and that's the end of it.

Quoting Mules from Mar 1 2012 11:19:44:
This is probably the luckiest cop in counter ever. So this doesn't involve me but my friends were going to smoke at some place near this old abandon building. They pulled up and once they got there 3 cop cars with flashing lights speeded in and surrounded the car. The cops were really looking for a cocaine dealer that was lurking around that area. The cops went to my friends car and started to question them. But then all the sudden the cocaine dealer sprints out near them and tries to get away because he was hiding there. 2 of the cop cars bolt after him and the one that stayed behind just talked to them and didn't search the car and he let them go.

Quoting PhaedeD from Mar 1 2012 12:31:52:
youre a pussy.

Quoting taj.$ from Dec 14 2011 4:01:21:
one time I bought weed that had orange hairs on it and got FUCKED up from it. Not sure if those orange things were supposed to be there (maybe pcp?) but it was fucking nuts for sure