Gather round kiddies! It’s story time!
I saw an old friend at the local hardware store...it’s where all the old guys hang and tell lies. Anyway, I was in mid-lie when I spotted him. We caught up in the store for a few and then he mentioned going to his place to smoke a doobie. I had to get back to my shop and tend a fire—which gave me time to roll a fatty of my Glue—so I told him I’d meet him there in about an hour.
I rolled a huge cone of the Glue and headed over to his place. He has a decent home with a cozy den where he does his smoking (tobacco and weed). It’s got a nice wood stove in there so it’s comfy. Well, I get all settled and he breaks out his rolling tray and starts breaking up some schwagg...DOH! I’m sitting there thinking to myself, “Self, this is uncomfortable...how do I not offend him by telling him I don’t smoke crap?”
Suddenly it came to me! I said, “dude, I already have one rolled.” He was like, “Oh, cool!”
So, I fired up the doob and got it going real nice. Probably getting three or four nice hits before passing it to him. He made a few comments on the taste, the smoke, the smell, etc. He handed the joint back to me and I noticed it was still close to 3/4 of a full cone. I chuckled to myself and took a few more hits. As I was attempting to pass it back to him, he waved me off...asking me, “WTF is in that man? LOL!
Needless to say, he wants to know where I got it. I had to lie and tell him a friend grew it. LMAO!
Moral of the story? You know you’re spoiled when you only take green hits! LOL!
