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This thread is for people to share their memories with this wonderful substance, whether they're horrible, or unforgettable.
I remember when I was 16 and I skipped my auto cad class to get stoned with an old friend. This was my second or third time getting high, but nothing would prepare me for what was to happen later that day. We arrived at his house and he informed me that he had created a gravity-bong. He insisted that I at least try smoking from it once; just looking at this contraption gave me a headache. He loaded up the chamber with about .35 of some relatively potent pot. I took the hit, and being kinda new to the whole pot scene, I accidentally inhaled an entire gallon milk jug filled with this thick, disgusting, almost dark green smoke. I instantly exhaled and began coughing like I had just inhaled pure chlorobenzylidene malonitrile(tear gas),which lasted around 17 mins. It felt like I needed fresh air, so I walked outside without telling anyone there. They followed me and found me laying on the cement asking if I was going to die. After this, I threw up almost everything I had in my stomach. I walked back towards the house and threw up 1 more time on the way back inside, just before I passed out on his couch. I woke up an hour later, went into his backyard, and threw up a few more times. This time I passed out for roughly 1 1/2 hours. Again, I couldn't get up without dry heaving the small amount of fluid left in my stomach. After 4 1/2hours of throwing up, dry heaving, and passing out, my friend called my uncle and informed him of my current situation; he immediately came to escort me back home. I was still dry heaving while I walked towards his truck; my friend even had to help me walk because I had no balance or coordination.
I haven't touched a gravity bong since this incident...
The whole point of the gravity bong is to take uber huge rips like that, gravity bongs... a lot of memories (or lack thereof ) from freshman year in college. That is really too bad you had such a bad reaction. There was this one time a while ago that for some reason i ate too many brownies, I didn't know how strong my friend made them. I was a little off for a while after that.
I remember once, I think I was 16 or 17 because it was towards the end of my high school years. Myself and 3 of my friends were going to get stoned and go watch a movie (dont remember what it was). Well we went into the theater and sat down in the very back row, all stoned off our asses. There was no one else in there except for us. The movie starts and still no one is there. A good 15-20 minutes into the movie and we're still the only ones in there. My friend Josh leans over and says...
"Hey... You wanna light up a bowl in here?" "What the fuck?!" I said, "Hmm... well what the hell!"
So I pulled out the piece and packed a good bowl. Then we just started tokin, right there in the theater. No one ever came in! It was fucking amazing, we just chilled and smoked during the whole movie. We practically had that theater hot boxed. When the movie ended we high tailed it out the emergency exit and got to the car quick. Never got caught! Everytime I smoke with any of those guys that story always comes up. Good times, good times
a theatre at bloor and younge in toronto shows darkside of oz once a month and back in the summer me and a few friends went to check it out for the first time. we came well equiped;) cuz we heard that the theatre was cool with ppl blazing inside! the whole theatre turned into one giant hotbox. that night i smoked about a quarter to myself
another great memory was at a moe. concert back in november, there incredible live i advise anyone into the jamband scene to check them out forsure! me and my buddys all agreed that every sick song they played that we loved we'd light up a session. turns out every song was sick!
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