It's highley accepted throughout my entire family
It was cool when we smoked together...right you fucking hypocrite ? He just looked at me and said "I knew smoking with you that day would be a mistake...and I knew one day you'd throw it in my face" 
To answer the thread title... Yes, Ive smoked with my father. Im 27 years old, and last summer I smoked a fatty with my Dad for the first time. He was hinting he wanted to smoke for the longest time. He use to smoke heavily back in the day, but since he sold his carpentry business and got a job with the state, he had to stop smoking, and eventually lost contact with old "smoking buddies"
Well one Friday, last summer, he came home from work and said to me "Today would be the best time to smoke a joint...I got piss tested at work today. So that means I'm good for 3 months." After he told me that I debated on whether or not I should go into my basement, get out my papers, and roll some Purple Haze I had. I always wanted to smoke with my father, i always pictured it as being a "bonding" moment between us...because we never really got along until the last couple years. So now I'm faced with the delima.and when its bought to me, i was really hesitant...i dont know why. But eventually, later that evening, i approached him and said "Hey Dad...." As he turned and looked at me, I held the joint up in the air. We made eye contact, and my heart dropped. For some reason i thought he was gonna yell and say "you bought that shit into my house..i dont want you to live here anymore..blah blah blah etc etc...." *everyone knows how parents can be...
3 seconds later he smiled. It probably took him a couple seconds to process what it was I was offering him. But he replied "Garage?" So we went into the garage, smoked a huge joint of Haze and got bent. Its been a while since my dad smoked and smoking that amount of good ass weed had him leveled...LoL. It was kinda funny to see. While we smoked we exchanged different smoking stories we had, and it was great. I showed him some of the bongs, and random pieces I had. For me, it was one of those experiences that I'll never have again. I loved that 10 minutes we had smoking together, along with the hour we talked and drank beers afterwords.
But some months later, we got into a huge argument, like we usually did. I left the house and didn't return home until several hours later. When I came home I wanted to chill out, hit my bowl a few times, and relax. But when I went to get my pieces....they were ALL GONE. Every last one of them..GONE. Even the fuckin Altoids box i use to keep my bud in was fuckin gone. I was fuckin PIST! (as u can tell by the constant dropping of the "F" bomb) So i approached my father and said "where the fuck is my shit" He said "I don't want that shit in MY house" My response: "Dad, you seriously gotta be fucking kidding me!
So pretty much, that was the end of that. Later that week I moved out, and moved in with my girlfriend. Me and my father have gotten past that situation...and to this day he still has all my pieces locked in his safe. But I dont think I'll be smoking with him anytime soon....THANKS DAD!
