Platypus007
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I went one week without smoking, I'm proud of myself Not too hard to do when you don't have money anyways, haha. Anyways, so there we are, friday night. I had just picked up, and we were gonna go to the apartment of this girl whos mom was all cool with smoking and everything. We get there...nobody is home. One of my friends that was with us lived near by, so we go to his to get his pipe. We pick it up, go to the community league, found a comfortable spot in a hockey rink(it was outdoor, so all the ice was melted, there was just cement), and smoked a big ol' bowl right there, with people playing tennis and basketball all around us. It was awesome Now comes the scary part.
We headed out of the hockey rink and over to a nearby dairy queen! Just after we finished ordering our food, somebody walks in the door. It took only a moment for my brain to register the sight. Deep blue pants, deep blue shirt, belt carrying a walkie talkie, etc. It was a cop. In my mind for about 2 minutes, I fucking tripped. I was freaking out silently, taking glances at him, thinking that any moment he would walk over and ask me to empty my pockets or something. Nothing happened. My friends appeared not to care at all. Thats when I noticed. No gun, no mace, no red stripes on the suit...I was still scared shitless, but I was calming down a little. We all got our food, and sat down at a table in the corner. Turns out it was a fireman. Holy shit, as soon as my friend told me that, it was like.....you know that feeling you get when you take a huge dump? Pure relief I sure as hell enjoyed my Crunchie Blizzard...best blizzard I've ever had.
Went back to my friends house, got baked again, played Driver 3, watched tv, spent the night. Definitely an eventful evening. Oh, and I had mountain dew and ripple chips for breakfast, haha!
We headed out of the hockey rink and over to a nearby dairy queen! Just after we finished ordering our food, somebody walks in the door. It took only a moment for my brain to register the sight. Deep blue pants, deep blue shirt, belt carrying a walkie talkie, etc. It was a cop. In my mind for about 2 minutes, I fucking tripped. I was freaking out silently, taking glances at him, thinking that any moment he would walk over and ask me to empty my pockets or something. Nothing happened. My friends appeared not to care at all. Thats when I noticed. No gun, no mace, no red stripes on the suit...I was still scared shitless, but I was calming down a little. We all got our food, and sat down at a table in the corner. Turns out it was a fireman. Holy shit, as soon as my friend told me that, it was like.....you know that feeling you get when you take a huge dump? Pure relief I sure as hell enjoyed my Crunchie Blizzard...best blizzard I've ever had.
Went back to my friends house, got baked again, played Driver 3, watched tv, spent the night. Definitely an eventful evening. Oh, and I had mountain dew and ripple chips for breakfast, haha!