so i wake up this morning and i turn on some sublime and pack a nice bong when my little sister comes in the room. shes 14 and when i was that age i was getting high already so i decide to sit her down and talk to her. first shes all defensive, busts out the DARE program shit, and i said look, look, you here that guy? his name was Brad Nowell, you know what he died from, heroin overdose. at which point i switched to nirvana, and said hear that guy? Kurt Cobain, you know what he died from,... read more »

 

anybody that is going to EDC Vegas let me know and you can smoke a blunt with BadMitch friday night.

 

My friends and I were smoking and really high. Our eyes were all bloodshot too. We went to walmart to get eyedrops. There we were, the three of us in line at 11:30 at night to get a $2 bottle of maximum strength redness relief eyedrops.

I didn't make eye contact with the cashier.

 

i used to think all stoners carried around a little tavel sized bag with a dub, and a mini lighter, and their bowl with any other mini smoking items..but nope. seems like i'm the only one.

 

Someone went through EVERY SINGLE one of my highDEAS and downvoted them =(. Meanie. Like thats just wasting time.

 

How could you not love two legends of basketball: James and Wade. This next joint is for you two.
YES. WE. DID.

 

The blunt or your best friend that just had sex with your mother

 

I had a dream last night. You were in it. I was working from home on an important project, and a deadline breathing down on me. You came into my office and started pulling down on my sleeve. I couldn’t hear what you were saying at first, because I was lost in my work. But then your faint voice started creepng into my head. “Daddy” you said, over and over, “Lets go play”. I distinctly remember saying “not right now, son”, but I could have just thought it and not said anything out loud.

 

to this day, i still don't know what they really really wanted.