Stupid Pothead Stories

Just did some reading of comments, and thank you very much for some how some way (keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day, {sorry Snoop moment}) finding my stuff ok with ya..  Here’s to you (sparking up)  It’s always 4:20 at my place..  One day maybe we can have a huge smoke festival somewhere..  Hmm can it be done, a huge american smoke festival. with frisbee, hackey sacks, surfing, huge 200 people bongs, snack cakes, great tunage..  and an endless supply of weed of course..  Heres to the dream of everyone in the world sparking a fatty…   Sorry about the spelling and grammer, and i was an english major..

Peace and smiles

T

I am back, busy life tends to slow down the writing process, or maybe my pothead brain made me forget about this for a while..  I will for sure try to write a little more often.  I was reminded of the time I was in London England with some friends.  That is where I first learned to roll cone style, like an ice cream cone shape, you kinda roll the paper on an angle, with more pot at the top.  We were drinking, and smoking with some people we met, that were a little older than us..  For some reason they called us all yankees, and we called them limey’s.. (no one cared about any political correctness)  We were on the underground riding somewhere, when some cops were trying to roust us.  We were fucked up and laughing our asses off, but tried to keep the cops from busting us.  well i guess it was a few stops later, we were getting off to go to where ever it was we were headed too.  The cop followed us all the way to the place we were going, but we were lucky enough to have another cops brother with us.. So when the cop saw the house we were going to, and our friends brother on the porch, he laughed, and they chatted for a while.  Then we got the shit talk about how we should not have gotten high in public blah blah blah.. I remember damn, I am 19 years old on vacation in another country, and getting a shit talk.. then we listened to some great tunes, and smoked more and more weed.  We had a great time visiting, and some of those dudes are still friends to this day.. I had the chance to smoke them in my own country.. yay..

Peace and smiles

whats happening folks. thanks for reading and writing.. my brain is working well been high all day… woo hoo… just wanted to say hi, and that i am really jonsing for M&M’s/.. i loves me some munchies.. gonna watch half baked, and chill on the couch..

any requests?? feel free to email me at radiodrama@stupidpotheadstories.com… thanks for the last batch of comments..

Peace and smiles…

Whats up peeps..  Hows things shaking?  Me I have been soo super busy that time has just been flying and well I have neglected the stories.  Well just to say that I was chilling at the house the other day, and a friend called and said he was passing thru town…  He had his stash, so of course I had him meet me here, to smoke a few bowls.  It is funny before we smoked there was that kinda uncomfortable feeling of being with an old friend with not much in common.  But after a few tokes, things went back to normal for us.  for the most part I dont think we had ever been not high when we hung out, and maybe that was the strange part.  I can’t say I condone smoking and driving, though that had been my lifestyle for years.  But after he left, I called his cell being older I acutually think of that stuff.  As we were giving our, we gotta see each other more often speech, he told me of the gift he left me in the tool box in my garage.  It was a quarter baggy.. Wooo hooo, like I said I had been busy, and it had been a long long time.  Nothing like old pot headed friends to help keep a dude smoking.. 

Peace and smiles

Next time wont be soo long

I feel bad it has been so long since I have written anything.. I have not had much time to myself to reflect on some of the stories that are locked in this thing I call a brain.  I will get back to writing in the near future.. thanks for the support.. keep cool my friends

peace and smiles

Well my friends life happens to us all, and a great time to roll one and smoke it, is when those little things happen, and you need a few hours to just chill and not worry.

 I know death is something we all have to deal with sometimes, and everytime a close family member of mine has died, i have had a session.  To me its great to rememeber times with my grandparents when I am high.. They are some of the happiest times I can remember.  I am lucky that I still have both my parents, but I know there will be quite a few sessions after that…

Ok enough with the depressing times.. losing a job.. well besides cussing up a storm after being fired, you shoud smoke a big fat cheech and chong led zeppelin..  talking about all those times at work when the asshole boss did his asshole things, then laughing cause you are high.. sure it does not solve the problem, but it helps in getting over it.. now i would never suggest a 6 month continious session, (unless you have unemployment ins to pay for the weed). 

 there are so many things in life that makes you wonder about people, and the best time to talk about them is when you are high…

I do miss you all…

Peace and smiles.

Well it is tuesday afternoon, and this is going to take forever to write because I keep having to use the backspace to correct already bad spelling.

Just wanted to say it is a lovely day, and the world is just a spinning right for me.  I think I will not wanna read this afterwords. 

SO this is short. 

Peace & Smiles

The weekend is over, it has been a while since I hit up the bong, but I am back baby.. back and ready to smoke.. sometimes in your life you have to take time off.. but not anymore.. everything is behind, and I am ready to light.. funny enough it is 4:20 as I am writing this, which was not planned..

When I had to have a real job, the smokers found each other.. I was working in a place with mostly females, which would have been great if i was single.. well i had to take a drug test for something, and the girls kept pressuring me to partake in their after work sessions.. I kept painfully declining, but kept saying I will join as soon as I can… well the most alpha female, a ragin cajun was dubbed my work wife, well we had become good friends, and i had to finally say ok. it is time to smoke.. there was one girl I would have jumped at the chance to hit on while high.. but i was not single, and well quite a bit older.. as we smoked i had too pull back the flirting, as tempting as it was.. good thing after a few puffs i got more mellow, and the music was in my head.. That is one thing I like about smoking over drinking, you can really control those urges.. But she is a friend, and still looking awsome.. ha ha ha.. i love being married to my wife, even though she is not a smoker, she still is ok with the fact that I partake..

Peace & Smiles.

Well the Willie Nelson getting busted thing is quite upsetting.  I saw the picture the other day, and almost cried at the waste of the weed.  Ok the shrooms were not too pleasant either, but it has been a while. 

 I wish we could finally get some folks off their high horeses and get pot legal..  I wish I had more time to write today, that is all I got.

Peace and Smiles.

It has been so long since I updated this, i feel bad to myself, and anyone who reads this. of course I forgot about writing, and my memory is not the best ever.. I can not tell you how many times I have forgotten something. It has to be the weed, long term stuff is there, but the short term has long since been forgotten, and yes pun is intended.

If I had a buck for everytime I could not remember where I left my keys after a night of puffing, I would be on par with bill gates.. I have forgotten times, days, names.. I have lost my wallet in the house, cell, but I can remember what year what song came out… I forgot what munchies I bought by the time I came home, and forgot what I went in for.. But I can tell you the name of almost everyone in my grade 2 class..

Memories are great, but when you are a pothead, some memories just never appear..

Peace and smiles..