Notes on the glamorous occasion that is April 20, 2008 (290 hits)
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Submitted by mike <mikeeegeee.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2008-04-21 11:43:31 EDT
It's Four Twenty, today. April 20, 2008, if you will. I don't realize the significance at first due to my horrendous hang over. My first indication that my day is going to revolve around finding and smoking marijuana is a text I receive in the midst of my mid-morning stupor. "Happy Holiday," it says.
Christmas? Fuck, you drunk asshole, get your shit together.
Me and Becca go on a search for marijuana. There's some in Omaha apparently. We decide to go there to find and smoke this marijauna. That is where this story begins.
We arrived at the house where the illegal activities were to occur. Our first indication that something is ary is the giggling man who answers the door. It's John. John is short for men our age. But he's wily. Wily John.
John is on acid. Everyone in this house is on acid. Except for maybe that guy. Oh, it's my friend Peter. Me and Peter talk. Peter is definitely on acid.
"Let's load a bowl." Finally, I can achieve my goal.
The one bowl goes around a circle of about 10. I get one hit. The weed is gone. I am a sad panda.
Hours pass.
"Let's load a bowl." The fuck? I thought the weed was gone? The speaker of this declaration is a boy
named Paul. Paul is one of the few people i've ever met who, just by looking at him, you know he's not the most intelligent of people. Don't get me wrong, Paul's not a dick. I mean, if you need a hole punched in your wall, he's totally the dude to do it. Paul is hovering over his pipe. He's really going to load a bowl. This is fantastic news!
Fifteen minutes of random outbursts of hysterical laughter occur. This happens frequently though this is my first mention of it.
A man named Turbo enters the room. We conclude that he has mystical qualities.
Paul is still loading the bowl. Paul is perpetually loading this fucking bowl. He is the Sisyphus of
weed smoking. Son of a bitch. I'm going to check on the bar-b-que.
My mom calls me while I'm in a tree. I give her a good listenen' to. She doesn't know I'm in Omaha. She doesn't know I'm stoned. She doesn't know I'm surrounded by about a dozen people on acid. She doesn't know that amidst all of our maniacal laughter and animal noises (John does this fantastic jungle-bird sound), there is a veritable bevy of children playing in the yard next door. I count nine children. We can see them clearly, and they us. The parents must worry. Those ruffians are making meth, they think. Well you know what I think? That you're running a goddamned orphanage over there. It reminds me of the Neverland Ranch for a fleeting second.
Back inside, back to the circle, back to the kids on acid, just as I left them. The TV is, and has
remained, off. There is also no music. There are just people sitting in a circle. Waiting to smoke
marijauna. Just as I left them. Nice!
No, /exactly/ how I left them. Paul is still hovering over his pipe, loading the same infinite bowl. Fuck my life.
User Reviews
Submitted by spyder882001 (user info) at 2008-04-26 23:31:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice I guess u gotta be stoned to appreciate this
Submitted by GangsterSquid (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:54:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
fail
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:24:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
4/20, in addition to being Pothead New Year, is also my mom's birthday.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:13:24 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by lostnphound (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:10:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:05:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Yesterday called, they want their pointless drug smoking day back.
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bwahaha
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:05:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Yesterday called, they want their pointless drug smoking day back.
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-04-21 11:58:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Forgot +2, this was a better story than most people gave it credit for.
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-04-21 11:57:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
It's John. John is short for men our age. But he's wily. Wily John.
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... But whom killed him and why?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-04-21 11:51:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Buy yourself a new calendar with your next $104 paycheck, fucking Einstein.
Submitted by Titus (user info) at 2008-04-21 11:50:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Drugs are for losers, I've never touched the shit.