Caught my neighbor smoking pot

rtil · March 28, 2011 12:27 AM

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Quote from: Blordowwho doesn't smoke weed
i've just never been offered it
;:-\ 4 real??
yeah for real. i can think of a few reasons why, mostly that from 7th to 12th grade i went to a private "christian" school. there were still pot smokers there, they were just less of them and they pretended they weren't. and then in uni the parties sucked so i never really went to any

i was offered a cigarette once, but fuck that

also why do you still type like an ss reject
1. i find that at christian schools shit like that is even worse but i dunno maybe i am wrong
2. ye word
3. how was that typin like a ss reject i was trying to make a raised eye face wtf

i dont even understand that do people who want to be in the ss type a specific way as opposed to people who are in the ss and how was thdfhgugu

my school wasn't as strict as others so i don't think the students were as oppressed. we didn't have uniforms or anything like that. just chapels on thursdays and a bible class in 8th and 11th grade.

and i dunno i thought you were doing the thing where people type like ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;shyt...................... :-) and misspell everything and generally look like morons on purpose

funzop · March 28, 2011 10:21 AM

but i dont really do that

W.A.S.I.M. · March 28, 2011 10:24 AM

ss isnt the only forum in the world that talks like that (i.e. realraptalk, worldstarhiphop)

& most of em dont even try to be sarcastic or funny lmao

rtil · March 28, 2011 09:25 PM

yeah i know where they copy it from but that's what i associate it with

retrosmash · March 29, 2011 12:09 AM

CVG · March 29, 2011 05:25 AM

Nah I've never smoked but I'm okay with people who smoke. I was never offered in highschool because I was a loner who sat in the back just drawing in my own little world. Then in college we have an artist's lounge in the back room with this huge ventilation machine that was used for clearing paint fumes but the artists used it to smoke weed without anyone knowing what was going on back there. And whenever I went there to eat lunch or take a break from painting, I was offered literally every day by the same 3 artists who basically lived there and who "had forgotten" they already offered me and I always declined. Sometimes they even passed out on the couch I was sitting at and would lay their head on my lap while I ate and say, "Hey Crystal is so chill...dude you want a hit?" and I'd say "no thanks" again and again. Despite they were stinky, they were very polite and shared their beer and pizza and I liked the really long stories they told me haha. So yeah I'm okay with smokers but I'm not one myself.

Casey Pixmintro · March 29, 2011 05:24 PM

agh i hate stoners like that

Ashington · March 29, 2011 05:33 PM

It can be nice to do it now and then but i cant stand people who treat it as a way of life or try to be all "it makes me understand the universe and i do my best work high" type shit. People who get paranoid after use can be funny or irritating depending on the exent or what they get paranoid about.

Quote from: Casey Pixmintroits really easy to find and relatively cheap where i live, id rather smoke pot than drink or smoke cigs, fuck cigs

This too

Blordow · March 30, 2011 11:48 AM

^ i had one friend who laid on the grass outside on a cold night, paranoid as fuck thinking he's going to die, spewing up nothing but his own saliva for over an hour, probably one of the worst times i've smoked up with anyone ever.

spite · March 31, 2011 04:05 AM

I've done weed twice and both times learned its not for me.
It puts me on edge and makes me super depressed.

Pants, the terrible · March 31, 2011 09:14 PM

^

3 times for me. none of them were any good.

it was just making me not want to do anything and (the first time) heavily paranoid.

fuck that

Blordow · April 1, 2011 12:52 AM

don't smoke weed if you already have depression. weed doesn't make you feel any less depressed. it will only make you realise more that you are depressed lmao.

Philip K Dick · April 1, 2011 01:20 PM

So I was at this social meeting this kind of like a group therapy almost, and everyone is going to the middle of the circle and saying a little bit about themselves. "Hi I'm Steven I'm a retired sales advisor for Warner Bros". "I'm Denise and my passion is ice skating". Etc, etc. So the guy before me is going. He looks to be about in his mid-30's, bald, wearing tan khakis and and sitting cross-legged as if he's real important.

"I'm Mark," he says as he stands up. "Umm... I'm atheist and uh... that's it I guess." The words stumble from his mouth much like the blood from a squirrel being mutilated by a lawnmower. He sits back down. Our eyes lock. My breathing starts to quicken, and I can feel myself burning red with rage. Mark is giving me a funny look. Before anyone can react, I reach out and snatch up Mark by the collar.

"An atheist?" I say, leaning in, breathing down hard on the shivering Mark. "Do you even realize how ridiculous the concept of atheism is?" The others have started a commotion. Standing, shouting. Telling me to stop. But I won't stop. I shove Mark to the floor.

"B-but it's just my personal view!" cries Mark, holding out one hand almost as if to create a pathetic shield. I begin to laugh hysterically. Then I pull out my 9mm, cock it, and shoot Mark in both of his kneecaps. He howls in pain. The others are panicking, fleeing in terror. I fire randomly around the room, squealing in glee as bullets whiz everywhere. The room is empty, except for me and Mark, and a dozen bleeding corpses. Mark is calling out desperately for help. He had no idea what is coming.

"When you decided to become an atheist," I said, tossing the pistol aside, "Did you even consider that the existence of god is unprovable either way?"

"Please," Mark begged weakly. "Please, just let me go."

"Shut up," I snort. "Shut your ugly, conjecture-spewing mouth." With that I pull a full-sized chainsaw out from my jacket and begin to rev it up. "Do you see the light at the end of the tunnel yet?" I ask with a cackle. "Oh wait, that's right, you don't believe in the afterlife." Then I castrate his face.

funzop · April 1, 2011 01:22 PM

lmao

CoolDrMoney · April 1, 2011 01:58 PM

Quote from: parkourboy3829023732098498So I was at this social meeting this kind of like a group therapy almost, and everyone is going to the middle of the circle and saying a little bit about themselves. "Hi I'm Steven I'm a retired sales advisor for Warner Bros". "I'm Denise and my passion is ice skating". Etc, etc. So the guy before me is going. He looks to be about in his mid-30's, bald, wearing tan khakis and and sitting cross-legged as if he's real important.

"I'm Mark," he says as he stands up. "Umm... I'm atheist and uh... that's it I guess." The words stumble from his mouth much like the blood from a squirrel being mutilated by a lawnmower. He sits back down. Our eyes lock. My breathing starts to quicken, and I can feel myself burning red with rage. Mark is giving me a funny look. Before anyone can react, I reach out and snatch up Mark by the collar.

"An atheist?" I say, leaning in, breathing down hard on the shivering Mark. "Do you even realize how ridiculous the concept of atheism is?" The others have started a commotion. Standing, shouting. Telling me to stop. But I won't stop. I shove Mark to the floor.

"B-but it's just my personal view!" cries Mark, holding out one hand almost as if to create a pathetic shield. I begin to laugh hysterically. Then I pull out my 9mm, cock it, and shoot Mark in both of his kneecaps. He howls in pain. The others are panicking, fleeing in terror. I fire randomly around the room, squealing in glee as bullets whiz everywhere. The room is empty, except for me and Mark, and a dozen bleeding corpses. Mark is calling out desperately for help. He had no idea what is coming.

"When you decided to become an atheist," I said, tossing the pistol aside, "Did you even consider that the existence of god is unprovable either way?"

"Please," Mark begged weakly. "Please, just let me go."

"Shut up," I snort. "Shut your ugly, conjecture-spewing mouth." With that I pull a full-sized chainsaw out from my jacket and begin to rev it up. "Do you see the light at the end of the tunnel yet?" I ask with a cackle. "Oh wait, that's right, you don't believe in the afterlife." Then I castrate his face.

Superb

Narrate this for me and I will animate this. Or if you don't want to and don't mind, I'll narrate and animate thiz

Philip K Dick · April 1, 2011 03:36 PM

ill do it

actually you do it will be funnier that way

Orangebeef · April 2, 2011 10:12 PM

enough of this shit, let's hear more about CoolDrMoney's neighbor.

DrRumack · April 2, 2011 10:34 PM

he's dead we'll never see him again

CoolDrMoney · April 2, 2011 10:50 PM

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CoolDrMoney · April 11, 2011 03:54 PM

You guys are not going to believe what happened last night. Shit pisses me off.

So I'm at the movies with this girl I've been seein for a couple weeks you know nothin serious. We went to see that new movie Source Code or whatever. Thought it'd be good.

So were sittin there eatin some popcorn n gettin all cuddly. When all of a sudden the movies main star Jake Gyllenhall comes on the big screen. Thats when this girl, she says "Oh my god I love him so much". First of all let me tell you how rude this is. When you're inside a movie theatre, you don't talk. There are people who paid money to listen to the movie. No one wants to pay money to listen to whatever you have to say. Anyway so I turn to her and go "Can you please not talk so loudly? I'm trying to watch Source Code starring Jake Gyllenhall". Then this girl has the nerve to open her mouth AGAIN and say "Oh I'm sorry. I can stop talking if you like. Didn't mean to make you upset."

"Maybe you didn't hear what I just said..." I spoke to her. I leaned in close, breathing heavily on her ear; I could feel the vibrations of her erratic heartbeat shake the air. "...I said stop talking." I grabbed her by her shitty hair and slammed her head on the seat in front of her. A pathetic murmur of pain escaped her mouth. "You just don't listen...?"

I lifted her up and cracked her spine on my knee. The sound of shattering discs throughout her weak body echoed throughout the theatre. Her face was frozen in agony. What a bitch. I leaned in close again, her gaze locked upon me, fear imprinted on every wrinkle, every blemish of her stupid face. "If you like Jake Gyllenhall so much..." I whispered, "...maybe you'd like to get a closer look."

I sunk my fingers into her eyes and clawed deep in their gooey recesses. With great force, I pulled the organs out of their sockets, dangling from my hands, damp with tears. Similar to a sling I lobbed the wet eyes towards her hunky hero. They thudded against the large screen. This joke of a girl I came with now had something to think about while she searched the floor for her lost organs aimlessly. I almost cracked a smile at how ridiculous she looked but remembered her offense and quickly my face turned grim. "Here's looking to you" I told her as I walked out of the theatre.

Women...