Good Aussie Bud - Experienced User - My Mates Are Retards!
Hey guys, I’ve been a member here for a while now, but never really gotten around to posting much. Anyway, this is the story of a few nights ago.
Setting: My friend’s car, my yard and my house.
Drug: Good Aussie bud (weed)
Amount: A 50.
Taken: Bong hits, and joints.
People: Myself, Sam, Daniel, and Michael.
7:30 pm. – After previously finishing two of the most hardest exams I have ever experienced, I got a phone call at a servo, on my way to meet up with some friends. The phone call was from a good mate I go to school with. He wanted to organise a big smoke. After a long discussion we ended up scoring a 50 of good Aussie, potent bud, and met back at my place.
8:00 pm. – Three people arrived “Sam” “Michael” and “Daniel”. We immediately began chopping up. It was then that Sam had the brilliant idea of “dutching” up his car. So we all clambered in, and rolled a spliff each. Within minutes the car was filled with thick smoke. My eyes began to burn, and I couldn’t see the person sitting right next to me, let alone the two sitting in the front. Michael flicked on the interior light and the smoke twirled around the movement of his hand. We started playing a game. The game was to see who could take the biggest breathes, for the longest amount of time.
Although this game sounds rather stupid, after my turn of breathing in deep amounts of the passive smoke, I began to feel rather fucked up. Sam began drawing pictures on the frosted window, and we all just sat there in awe. I felt as if I was stuck to the seat, unable to move. My eyes felt heavy, and besides the smoke i was havign trouble trying to see. DVD widescreen bars were cutting out my upper and lower vision (stoner eyes). Nevertheless I had the giggles. Daniel began laughing hysterically, and if you’ve ever heard Daniels laugh, there is no way in hell you can control your own laughter, especially when you’re nicely toasted. Picture a big solid Aussie bloke, 6’ with a little girly hyena laugh. I laughed, and laughed along with everybody else in the car. It must’ve looked pretty dodgy to the surrounding neighbours, including my mum. These four stoners in a car full of smoke, rocking and bouncing the thing around with every burst of hysterical laughter. Not to mention the smell of bud, wafting up through cracks of the car. Not once did i feel sketchy, like i usually do in a public area while smoking buds.
8:30 pm. – We open the doors of the car and Daniel struggled out. The smoke looked awesome. It kind of hung on the roof of the car, before slowly twirling up into the sky. As i got out I fell flat on my face and took the ashtray and window roller with me. I had no sense of direction and no coordination. I felt lost, and i was only in my own street. Instead of helping me up my friends just giggled for a few minutes. I struggled up, and started walking up towards my house. We had a little more than a wick left over, so we decided to smoke it through a bong. Sam jumped over the fence with some scissors and took care of the neighbour’s hose. I scurried around inside for a bottle. Daniel and I started playing another game. The game was to try and keep your legs perfectly still. The problem with this is that we had the twitches so bad, the more we concentrated on keeping still, the more we kicked and moved about. Of course, this was followed by more laughter.
9:00 pm. - We smoked cones for the next half hour, and somewhere along the way Sam greened out, and I could barely see him in the yard. I called to him “Sam you right mate”? , and in response “yeah fuckin’ yeah man…..just chillin” so he must’ve been there somewhere. I was struggling to blink. It felt like my eyes had no moisture and every blink was so painful. I could see Daniel was having the same problem, because he kept purposely poking himself in the eye to make it water. Another eruption of hysterical laughter filled my back yard. Even Sam slipped laughs between heavy chunks of vomit.
9:30 pm. – Daniel and I pulled the last couple of cones, and all three of us sparked up a durrie. Sam was still somewhere in my yard. I felt worried, so I went and checked up on him. He was lying against a palm tree, and his face was deathly white with a green tinge. I asked him again if he was ok, and he just burst out laughing. I got back to the deck table, and Daniel was on the phone. I started listening to his conversation, but I got pretty distracted and tuned out. When I asked Daniel who it was, he said “Oi man, I seriously can’t remember ay….FUCK!” He obviously was experiencing some short term memory loss. I think i copped a bit of that as well. We decided to go inside, and leave Sam in the forest with my dog.
Michael raided the pantry, while Daniel and I had an argument over who was going to get up and put the movie on. I felt moulded to the seat. I did not want to move. Instead i tilted my head back, and i got this strange sensation of sinking into the couch. Slowly, but deeper and deeper i sunk, until Michael chucked a packet of nachos my way. That got me out of it.
10:00 pm. – We all sat there in a sea of chip crumbs and dip. The movie still hadn’t been put on. My head felt extremely heavy, and I felt the urge to move it around. It felt like a boulder. My eyes were also starting to close. Quite frankly, I felt like a retard at this point, unable to think, move or speak properly. I just felt soooooo lazy. The random laughing fits had stopped and i think everybody was feeling just like me.
I don’t know what happened after this because the next thing I remember is, waking up to my mum complaining about all the mess. The rest of the boys had left. Oh well, time for more sleep.
2:00 am. – I snuggled under my blankets, and never felt so happy in my life. It was the best feeling in the world. If anyone has ever gone to be stoned, you will know what I mean. I dozed off almost immediately, and awoke the next day feeling reasonably good. I had a little bit of an indescribable funny feeling in my head, but this cleared as the day went on.
Thanks for reading, I apologise if I couldn’t describe the sensations I experienced as well as most expect. It was however, a good night to remember.
-mattum-
Hey guys, I’ve been a member here for a while now, but never really gotten around to posting much. Anyway, this is the story of a few nights ago.
Setting: My friend’s car, my yard and my house.
Drug: Good Aussie bud (weed)
Amount: A 50.
Taken: Bong hits, and joints.
People: Myself, Sam, Daniel, and Michael.
7:30 pm. – After previously finishing two of the most hardest exams I have ever experienced, I got a phone call at a servo, on my way to meet up with some friends. The phone call was from a good mate I go to school with. He wanted to organise a big smoke. After a long discussion we ended up scoring a 50 of good Aussie, potent bud, and met back at my place.
8:00 pm. – Three people arrived “Sam” “Michael” and “Daniel”. We immediately began chopping up. It was then that Sam had the brilliant idea of “dutching” up his car. So we all clambered in, and rolled a spliff each. Within minutes the car was filled with thick smoke. My eyes began to burn, and I couldn’t see the person sitting right next to me, let alone the two sitting in the front. Michael flicked on the interior light and the smoke twirled around the movement of his hand. We started playing a game. The game was to see who could take the biggest breathes, for the longest amount of time.
Although this game sounds rather stupid, after my turn of breathing in deep amounts of the passive smoke, I began to feel rather fucked up. Sam began drawing pictures on the frosted window, and we all just sat there in awe. I felt as if I was stuck to the seat, unable to move. My eyes felt heavy, and besides the smoke i was havign trouble trying to see. DVD widescreen bars were cutting out my upper and lower vision (stoner eyes). Nevertheless I had the giggles. Daniel began laughing hysterically, and if you’ve ever heard Daniels laugh, there is no way in hell you can control your own laughter, especially when you’re nicely toasted. Picture a big solid Aussie bloke, 6’ with a little girly hyena laugh. I laughed, and laughed along with everybody else in the car. It must’ve looked pretty dodgy to the surrounding neighbours, including my mum. These four stoners in a car full of smoke, rocking and bouncing the thing around with every burst of hysterical laughter. Not to mention the smell of bud, wafting up through cracks of the car. Not once did i feel sketchy, like i usually do in a public area while smoking buds.
8:30 pm. – We open the doors of the car and Daniel struggled out. The smoke looked awesome. It kind of hung on the roof of the car, before slowly twirling up into the sky. As i got out I fell flat on my face and took the ashtray and window roller with me. I had no sense of direction and no coordination. I felt lost, and i was only in my own street. Instead of helping me up my friends just giggled for a few minutes. I struggled up, and started walking up towards my house. We had a little more than a wick left over, so we decided to smoke it through a bong. Sam jumped over the fence with some scissors and took care of the neighbour’s hose. I scurried around inside for a bottle. Daniel and I started playing another game. The game was to try and keep your legs perfectly still. The problem with this is that we had the twitches so bad, the more we concentrated on keeping still, the more we kicked and moved about. Of course, this was followed by more laughter.
9:00 pm. - We smoked cones for the next half hour, and somewhere along the way Sam greened out, and I could barely see him in the yard. I called to him “Sam you right mate”? , and in response “yeah fuckin’ yeah man…..just chillin” so he must’ve been there somewhere. I was struggling to blink. It felt like my eyes had no moisture and every blink was so painful. I could see Daniel was having the same problem, because he kept purposely poking himself in the eye to make it water. Another eruption of hysterical laughter filled my back yard. Even Sam slipped laughs between heavy chunks of vomit.
9:30 pm. – Daniel and I pulled the last couple of cones, and all three of us sparked up a durrie. Sam was still somewhere in my yard. I felt worried, so I went and checked up on him. He was lying against a palm tree, and his face was deathly white with a green tinge. I asked him again if he was ok, and he just burst out laughing. I got back to the deck table, and Daniel was on the phone. I started listening to his conversation, but I got pretty distracted and tuned out. When I asked Daniel who it was, he said “Oi man, I seriously can’t remember ay….FUCK!” He obviously was experiencing some short term memory loss. I think i copped a bit of that as well. We decided to go inside, and leave Sam in the forest with my dog.
Michael raided the pantry, while Daniel and I had an argument over who was going to get up and put the movie on. I felt moulded to the seat. I did not want to move. Instead i tilted my head back, and i got this strange sensation of sinking into the couch. Slowly, but deeper and deeper i sunk, until Michael chucked a packet of nachos my way. That got me out of it.
10:00 pm. – We all sat there in a sea of chip crumbs and dip. The movie still hadn’t been put on. My head felt extremely heavy, and I felt the urge to move it around. It felt like a boulder. My eyes were also starting to close. Quite frankly, I felt like a retard at this point, unable to think, move or speak properly. I just felt soooooo lazy. The random laughing fits had stopped and i think everybody was feeling just like me.
I don’t know what happened after this because the next thing I remember is, waking up to my mum complaining about all the mess. The rest of the boys had left. Oh well, time for more sleep.
2:00 am. – I snuggled under my blankets, and never felt so happy in my life. It was the best feeling in the world. If anyone has ever gone to be stoned, you will know what I mean. I dozed off almost immediately, and awoke the next day feeling reasonably good. I had a little bit of an indescribable funny feeling in my head, but this cleared as the day went on.
Thanks for reading, I apologise if I couldn’t describe the sensations I experienced as well as most expect. It was however, a good night to remember.
-mattum-
wish i could still feel the sensation that is known as "stoned", but im sure it will happen one day. 