Pitbull420
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Alright fam, let me take you back. Itās 2004. Iām in my early 20s, my tolerance is sky-high, and my fridge is usually⦠well, empty.
One Friday night, my buddy rolls through with some seriously skunky weed ā the kind you smell before you even open the bag. We roll a couple fat joints, put on some Half Baked, and by the halfway point, weāre in full-blown munchie mode.
Problem: the only thing in my kitchen is a half-bag of stale tortilla chips and some questionable mustard.
So, naturally, we hatch a plan. Thereās a 24-hour grocery store three blocks away, and in our stoned logic, walking there is basically a heist. Weāre talking whispered planning, mission names, and one of those āif I donāt make it, tell my mom I love herā speeches.
We finally make it inside, and itās like Willy Wonkaās factory for stoners. We fill the cart: Oreos, frozen pizzas, gummy worms, chocolate milk ā all the essentials. Then my buddy sees it⦠a rotisserie chicken under a heat lamp. He grabs it like Indiana Jones with the golden idol.
We get back to my place, smoke another joint, and demolish everything in record time ā except the chicken. Why? Because halfway through, we realized we forgot to buy plates, forks, or napkins⦠so we just stared at it for 20 minutes before deciding it was ātoo complicated.ā
Moral of the story: Weed makes you creative⦠but maybe not efficient.
Forum Question:
Whatās your funniest stoner munchies story? Ever gone out for snacks and came home with something totally random?
One Friday night, my buddy rolls through with some seriously skunky weed ā the kind you smell before you even open the bag. We roll a couple fat joints, put on some Half Baked, and by the halfway point, weāre in full-blown munchie mode.
Problem: the only thing in my kitchen is a half-bag of stale tortilla chips and some questionable mustard.
So, naturally, we hatch a plan. Thereās a 24-hour grocery store three blocks away, and in our stoned logic, walking there is basically a heist. Weāre talking whispered planning, mission names, and one of those āif I donāt make it, tell my mom I love herā speeches.
We finally make it inside, and itās like Willy Wonkaās factory for stoners. We fill the cart: Oreos, frozen pizzas, gummy worms, chocolate milk ā all the essentials. Then my buddy sees it⦠a rotisserie chicken under a heat lamp. He grabs it like Indiana Jones with the golden idol.
We get back to my place, smoke another joint, and demolish everything in record time ā except the chicken. Why? Because halfway through, we realized we forgot to buy plates, forks, or napkins⦠so we just stared at it for 20 minutes before deciding it was ātoo complicated.ā
Moral of the story: Weed makes you creative⦠but maybe not efficient.
Whatās your funniest stoner munchies story? Ever gone out for snacks and came home with something totally random?