Live Stoner Chat Best High "Medicated" Moments- List Some Great or Funniest High Moments

[FreeLivin]

Hello everybody, I wasn't sure if something like this was already started, didn't see it, however I was thinking of some funny moments while high and thought I'd like to hear about some funny or just great moments while high from others. Like maybe you met Snoop and burned with him, great moment, or maybe you watched someone get high for the first time, I'm sure we all have witnessed something hilarious to do with that.
Sadly enough, I have a horrible memory so I don't have very good stories but as stated I'd love to hear some good ones and I'm sure many others would too.

I'll start with the only two experiences I can recall at the moment, my first and recently a friend and his wife's (whom recently became a doctor).

My first experience came late for me, oddly enough most of my friends smoked all through high school, I'd sit and roll up blunts for em while playing spades all night. However, I waited till college for some reason, just moved into my apartment and my roommate had some fire and a 2L gravity bong, yea lol, I took four rips and found myself driving a couple of us to walmart at 3am, then blank spots, then a couple goodies, then blank spots and finally at the register with a shit load of treats, cookies, etc. I couldn't say I didn't get high my first time.

And recently I was the facilitator of my friend and his wife's first experience. They have lived a very ignorant and sheltered life and their views on things can be very distorted sometimes. However, after numerous debates and majority of the world coming around my buddy asked to try it, he's looking for something to help him sleep and also something to calm his wife down, she's one of those,annoying. Unfortunately it was all sativa and she wouldn't shut up. Although, it was kinda funny watching those two get high for the first time, "Am I high" "Am I doing it right" HAHAHAHA
Too funny

So not great stories plus I suck at story telling, but I am sure there are a lot of you that have great stories and don't suck, SO I want to hear about them. When I think of some more I will be sure to add them, till then.....

 

[medic grower]

One of the Funniest High Moments was when i Bumped into Will Farell during the Mtv Europe Music Awards in the Greenhouse in Amsterdam...Absolute Nice Guy he is and he didnt say No when we invited him for a Spliff of some Super Lemon Haze.

 

[Waximus]

Great idea, freelivin! My fave story happened a few months ago. Lady Waximus' brother was visiting us, and he has many back problems and pain issues. I had just cooked up a batch of pretty potent cannamilk and Lady W offered him a shot glass of it. Now... MY dose for that batch was 1/2 a shot, and unlike me, her bro was NOT "coffeehouse tolerant" if you know what I'm sayin... So, she gives it to him, and I walk in 2 minutes later. He looks at me and says, "I GOTTA LAY DOWN!!!" He goes into the livingroom and reclines on a lazyboy chair, where he remains.. for 27 HOURS! No bathroom breaks, no sickness, just HIBERNATING! Every couple of hours, he mumbles a few words and rolls over.. When he DOES come back to us, he says "I've never felt so rested in my life!" It was a trip. Oh yes, it was!

 

[briman]

Shortly after highschool, we were at a buddies house playing music and what turned out to be a usual Saturday night for us ended up as a 5 am bender with a ton of shots of alchol and beer. We were sitting around the table writing lyric and playing cards and my buddy said he wished we had some weed. I happily obliged. Ran out to the car grabbed the bag and proceeded to roll a few doobs. We all got one and it was on!! We decided to make a game of it and the last one done with their doob got nicknamed Tar Baby!! We were all sitting there pulling on these joints as if trying inhale the world through a straw!! Our lead guitarist wasn't much of a smoker. After about 45 minutes later of being done, he got up from the table, walked out of the kitchen, around down into the hallway and hit the floor, out cold!! We freaked out, checked his pulse and to see if he was still breathing. He was fine, so we carried on, playng cards. About an hour later, we smelled a rather nasty smell of shit coming from the hall way. We all got up, walked around the corner and there was our buddy, with his pants down around his ankles still passed out and Shit EVERYWHERE!! We are talkin waist high on the walls, carpet, all over himself!! Now, we did what any good friend would do....we left him and crashed downstairs!! We got up about noon and there was our buddy, on his hands and knees, cleaning up his own shit. I went into the kitchen and made everyone a scrambled eggs and bacon. The banter around the table was "you got to be shitting me!!" and "No shit"!! Our mate got so pissed, he threw his plate of eggs in the sink, breaking the dish and headed to his room. The 4 of us sat around the table and laughed our ass off for what seemed like hours. During our laugh off, we came up with the nickname Squirtin Burton!! Burton being his last name. For a month, we prodded him with shit jokes. Finally he called us to his house after a month of him getting pissed and hanging up the phone on everyone for giving him "shit" he asked us all over to the house and asked us to stop. I pulled him aside and told him, "look bud, dont go thinkin you are the lone ranger and are the only one to do it!" You could feel the tension release from him as I said it. We all sat down at the table to play some cards, and he brought it up. "hey guys, apparently I'm not the only one in the bunch to shard myself" as he looked around the table to see who was going to give it up, we all started laughing hysterically. None of us had ever done it!! He got pissed and told us to all go F our selves. He took it like a champ and to this day is still one of my best friends. We still call him tar baby!!

 

[ThaGreenBandit]

So, me and my roommates are chillin' at the crib, when my man Al comes through with a few females, and well over an ounce of bud. Turns out, he was heading to Cali, and wanted to get high as hell before he jumped on the plane. Sounds like a plan! 15 minutes later, we had a few blunts, 2 bongs, a bowl and a steamroller in session. No one was empty handed! Being that there were 5 guys and 3 girls, each time one of us guys had a blunt, we were making it a point to give one of the girls a shotgun, so they were hitting whatever they were holding, plus taking a quick break for a shottie. Each time one of the girls tried to decline, or set the weed down, we'd hit them with, "don't be no punk, girl!" or, "what, you got baby lungs?", or something to that effect. After a while, we noticed one of the girls started feeling on her chest, with a worried look on her face. All the dudes, we're laughing, just waiting because we knew what was coming next. Sure enough, she hits us with, "I can feel my heart beating! I think I can hear it!" All of us guys bust out laughing, making jokes n shit, but of course, her girlfriends are all concerned, asking her if she needs to go to the hospital. Of course, she says yes. Needless to say, none of the guys volunteered to take her, instead choosing to continue laughing at her. Her panic turned to crying, and before long, her two friends joined in. This only made us laugh harder. In the middle of all the laughter, Al stands up to go to the bathroom, crying from laughing so hard. He takes a few steps, and drops, like someone just stole him in the jaw! Dead silence. No one's laughing anymore, and the crying stopped. We were all like, WTF??!! Was he joking? Was he serious? A couple of us started prodding him with our feet, trying to wake him up, and that's when he started shaking. All the girls started screaming to call an ambulance, while trying to grab the phone and do so, some of us were trying to keep them from doing so, while the rest of us were trying to throw anything in the apartment that was illegal into a duffel bag. Trust me, there was a lot of illegal shit! By this time, all of us guys were in utter panic mode, and the girls seemed to have calmed down. They didn't have to worry about going to jail, either! Somehow, in the middle of all this, Al was forgotten about, so when he sat up like a man rising out of his coffin, looked at us and asked what the hell we were doing, and why wasn't there any weed in rotation, it shocked the hell outta all of us! This time, it was the guys holding their hearts, trying to recover from being so scared, and the girls were laughing their asses off! Once everything calmed down, the smoking started back up, a lot lighter this time, and all the girls had jokes about how the guys were acting like bitches! When it was time for Al and crew to roll out, he left the bag with us, headed to the airport, and the smoke out continued. EPIC! 20 years later, and those of us who keep in touch still laugh about it when it comes up

 

[Waximus]

THAT.. is rock and roll, right there... MmmmHmmm

 

[FreeLivin]

Ok so this isn't some great experience or high moment by any means, I just wanted to add something to highlight the thread again, and as I was thinking about it I thought about how I met one of my closest friends.

So I was unfortunate enough to lose a business and my place to live for a period of time so I was living in a storage unit for a little while as I was trying to get shit back together. One evening as I was coming in before the gates locked me out for the night I passed a dude standing outside another unit and he appeared to be smoking, I then saw a couch and tv as well kinda setup like he's watching something. I stop a few units past him and proceeded to get out to go into my unit and buddy says "What's up you smoke" Now see where I'm from most people aren't cordial - unless they want something, so my first response was suspicion and said not cigarettes.. So he lifted the blunt up and I strolled my ass down with a quickness. We spent the next coupe hours bullshitting about the situations we're in and watching this movie he had going, we didn't even exchange names till the next day. Long story short our common ground brought us together and we are still real good friends to this day, one of the few. He is finishing up a psychology degree now and has his own place with an expected law suit of late since the city bus he was on got into an accident, lucky bastard..

 

[ThaGreenBandit]

The herb does good shit like that, man. I've met a few good people through a good blunt.

 

[Feenix]

During a month long trip to Europe, Amsterdam was my first stop. It turned out to be my last on that trip. I went with no reservations and hotels were full so I was referred to an old house that rented rooms and lodging was set on a day to day for as long as I wanted it. Hit the normal cafes until I stumbled on the internet Cafe Tops, It was a lot less crowded with good atmosphere inside and out on the canal front strasse. They had the usual menu with White Widow at the top followed by Northern Lights, to give a time frame. I was alone and playing tourist throughout the city but always ending up back at the Tops when I wanted to burn.
Hours spent talking to the bartender gave me a good picture of how things worked weed wise, and that there is a syndicate behind that and certain other cafes. One day I was sitting and in walks an enforcer type. He talks his business and collects money, goes to the car and brings in the next order already packaged for sale. Then he comes over where I'm sitting and introduced himself and said "Martin says your the first American he's met in a long time that has more to talk about than getting stoned and space cakes" (Probably because I don't drink.)
He sat down and started building a spliff. An American himself who stayed there after mustering out of the U.S. Army in Germany, he was pretty open about what his part was. One of my hopes at the time was to get to see a real commercial indoor grow before leaving. When I mentioned this in passing he let me know they were off limits but he said he'd see what he could do and call the bartender later or I could show up at the cafe they were based out of, a well known tourist spot but "don't be disappointed" if it doesn't happen. I had already smoked the menu since I had arrived and none of the strains had kicked my ass and I was hopeful when he finished building a masterpiece that he had something special. He didn't, buzz wise was mediocre but it was the tastiest I had had yet. Couldn't expect a guy working to have kickass couchlock. He turned out to be a cool guy and Martin vouched for him as a good guy so I decided to go by the other place later that night.
I apparently walked in on some problems and as I approached he was talking with a group of associates, waved me off towards the computers where I caught up on my mail again and surfed for a while. When they broke up he came back, apologized that they had to go take care of an immediate problem, handed me a small package and said he'd try again in the next few days then left in a somewhat determined looking group. I hung out for a sample of the menu and left for my room.
I had not returned late before and all the lights were out, I had a key so that was no problem so I sat on the stoop and took out the small package and found three of the guys perfect spliffs. With the first hit I knew it wasn't off the menu and I sat and got the most baked of the trip. After I have no idea how long, I got up and as quietly as I could, manipulated the old skeleton key, opened the door to the pitch black stairway and BAM, I'm hit by a pinhole sized ray of white light coming through a nail hole in the stairs over the cellar. A light ray we all here would immediately recognize. Yup, it turned out the house, and most others in the area had its basement leased to growers. The old man who owned the place didn't even have access, he said. I hung around the stoop until a guy showed up to go into the cellar and introduced myself and broke the ice by telling him about the light leak. He thanked me and considering that I was staying there, agreed to let me take a look if I promised to keep my mouth shut. All hydro and MH lighting. He said he expected his boss who would be pissed if he found me down there so it was a short tour.
Great trip, Great Buzz, and wish granted.