Alright, let's get down to it. We've all seen some pretty crazy shit while we was high, an' if you haven't than you're the "at home, locked down, secretive" smoker that's got no real reason for living, anyway. Allow me to tell you 'bout some of the shit I've seen over the years. I'll be adding on periodically when I remember things an' if something new happens I'll post up 'bout it here. I was chillin' wit' my boys at their crib when we were 18 (6 years ago) an' we were passin' 'round a couple blunts listenin' to some No Limit shit (don't remember the album) an' their dog (a full-grown rottweiller) was in the room so we decided to blow smoke up it's snout. lol The room was smoked the fuck out an' the wall dividing the bedroom (where we were chokin') to the kitchen had a heating duct. The grill on the duct was removed on both sides of the wall; an' after we finished blazin' we were 'bout to go to the store. As we were gettin' ready to leave out the room the dog goes over to the duct an' lays down on his side, head pointing toward the kitchen an' he started scooting himself through the duct on his side. Shit was hilarious. I laughed for like five minutes straight. Anyway, as soon as he got up out the room an' in to the kitchen he marched over to his water bowl an' started lapping it up for like ten minutes, then went to his food dish an' ate everything in it, laid down, an' passed out. Another time, me an' the same dudes were high, it was winter out an' colder than shit. We called a cab to go to the store (which was four blocks away, lol). The cabbie, a good friend of ours named Big Mike, knew we were blowed an' decided to fuck wit' us. He said something to me while I was in the front seat an' my reply was, "Man, don't mess wit' me, it's been a long day an' I'm cooked," to which he responded, "Yeah, life gets pretty crazy when you sit an' smoke four or five pounds a day." I swear to God, me an' my boys cracked up. We had to sit in the cab in the store's parking lot for ten minutes to get our shit together before we went in. When we got in, our eyes were red as fuck, all glazed over, an' we smelled like straight dank. We walked around the store for about twenty minutes an' finally decided to each get a Mountain Dew an' a bag of chips. When we got to the counter to pay, the clerk asked, "Are you sure that's all? You've been wanderin' around for twenty minutes... I was 'bout to call the cops- thought you were stakin' the place out for a robbery or something." All of a sudden, my boy's freakin' out an' blurts out loud, "No. No cops, no cops," an' dropped his shit rushed out the door an' into the cab. I tried to explain to the clerk that my boy was paranoid or somethin'. The clerk laughed an' said to me, "Yeah, I hear pot's got that effect on some people. Y'all have a good one." We walked out the store laughin' our asses off. Alright, there's two of my stories. Lemme see some of yours.