I'm bored, and I'm sure you are too, so here's a story to use up a bit of our time. 
During my senior year of high school, I was fortunate enough to be invited on a trip to Jamaica. During a little adventure, me and my buddy managed to get ourselves in one hell of a predicament.
Our story starts at the all-inclusive bar, where the drinking age is only 18 . My buddy, J (you may know him as jasonpwnd), and I are taking full advantage of the free drinks, and eventually strike up a coversation with a middle-aged man indulging a little too much.
Our conversation enventually ends up here: "So, you guys got any bud?" he says, noticing our epic stoner vibe. "Actually, it only took us half an hour to find something, but it isn't that good." "Oh yea, well you see those two guys over there," he replies, pointing towards two shady Jamaicans enjoying the best (not free) drinks the bar has to offer, "they can get you anything you want."
This perks our interest, as the bud we picked up upon arriving is of midis quality. We converse to each other, and decide to introduce ourselves to the Jamaicans.
The Jamaicans are sitting at a table, in the least lit corner of the entire room. We head over, and introduce ourselves, explaining what the man at the bar said. The Jamaicans tell us to sit down, and explain what they have for sale.
"So you wan tha ganja?" "Yea, we got some already, but it isn't strong enough for us." "Oh ya man? 'ave you evah heard of tha Ice man? Is some good shit! If it isn' what you lookin' for, we got tha Northern Lights too man."
We talk a bit with the Jams, and eventually decide upon the Ice.
I'd like to point out that we were both drunk as fuck at this point, didn't have our thinking caps on, hell, we were drinking out of our thinking caps.
The Jams tell us we have to go out to their car to get the bud, they seem nice enough, and we agree. We walk through the resort, eventually ending up in the parking lot. The Jams start moving shit from the back seat of their car into the trunk, at the time we don't even think about it. After everything is cleared, they tell us to hop in.
Once the engine starts, those drunk brain cells finally start to fire. "Hey what gives? Why are you starting the car?" "We's neva do business on tha resort man, we got jobs here." Fuck, brain cells foiled.
So we exit the resort, and start driving towards a dowtown area. 5 mins eventually pass, and J and I are wondering where the fuck they're taking us. They manage to keep us occupied by shooting the shit, and plaing some chill reggea. After about 30 minutes, we finally arrive dowtown.
The smaller of the two Jams gets out of the car, and walks into a ciggerette store. Upon coming back, he passes a joint to the both of us. The bud he shows us is some dank nugget too, maybe the best I'd seen up to that point. He tells us the joint is free, and we spark it up. Like I said, it was some dank nugget ; J thinks there was coke in it, an easy way to make the joint seem like some dank shit, and improve the cred of the satchel. The nugs are good enough, and we decide upon buying the bag.
The Jams start driving again, and we arrive at an ATM. J hops out, and goes to get some cash. The only problem is, the Jams brought us to a non-English ATM. J eventually makes it to a point in the ATM where he is asked if he wants to withdraw in American or Jamaican dollars. In order to test which is which, he takes only 15 dollars, and see the button he pressed was Jamaican. Little did we know, now we were fucked.
A couple minutes pass Then 5 Then 10
Jay comes back to the car, and tells the Jams he can't get any money from the ATM, and that it would only allow him the first withdrawal he made. He gives them the 15, and says its for the joint, and tell them we simply can't get the bud.
The Jams aren't having any of it. They accuse him of lying, and demand to watch him while at the ATM. J knows the ATM isn't going to work, but he decides to humor the jams in hopes they'd cool it. 10 minutes pass, as one of the jams demands again and again that J withdraw the money. Even after watching the ATM refuse to give him any money, they still don't give up, and decide to take us to another ATM.
The next ATM we go only 5 minutes away from our resort, in a rich shopping strip undoubtedly built for tourists. The jams suspect that the past ATM might have been out of money. Once again, the jams go through the same dance with J. Every time the ATM fails, the jams get more irritated, to the point where they're calling J a punk bitch, that he's trying to scam them.
We ask him why we have to buy it, and he responds: "YOU WANNA GO BACK! GET A MUTHA FUCKIN BULLET IN YA HEAD!" now I'm freaked out "You fuckin' FAKE, you punk, you make me wanna take YOU down to the ghetto and put a fuckin bullet in YA HEAD." OK, now I'm on the brink of shitting my pants.
We keep arguing with them, trying to get it through to them that we simply can't get the money. J tries to tell them that the ATM back at the resort is worked for him earlier today, maybe it still will. He says even if it doesn't work, he can get his parents card to pay them, just to avoid getting killed. Still, the Jams are having none of it.
Finally, I pretty much plead to them, "Look guys, we aren't trying to scam you, the ATM just won't work. We don't know why it won't work, you even saw it won't give him anything. Maybe if we try the ATM at the resort it will work, and if it doesn't you'll still get your money because he can get his parents card. I don't know what to say to you, at this point we just don't want to die."
A brief pause while they think . .
"Alrigh' man, but you have to stay in the car."
So we drive back to the resort, and park in the lot. One of the Jams gets out and talks to J outside the car. J heads into the resort, and I pray. 
After something like 10 minutes, we see J coming back. The Jam sitting with me in the car tells me to get out, and we head over to where J is talking to the other Jam. I can hear them talking in the distance, and the Jam doesn't sound too happy. We get over to the two, when all of a sudden, the Jam talking to J abruptly stops talking and starts walking towards the car.
The other Jam walking with me puts his arms around our shoulders and says in a low voice, "Look man, we didn' get anythin from you, and you didn' get anythin' from us." "Wait, what? Listen man, we don't wanna die, we can get the money, what's going on?" Loudly he says"Hahaha, nobodies gunna die man, respec mon," quietly he pulls J in close and says, "remember, you neva speak of this again to NOBODY."
J and I look at each other as the Jams get in their car, we're both more confused, scared, and relieved then we've ever been. We start heading back into the resort when we see why the Jams got spooked. A security guard is talking into his phone, at which J replies, "You just saved our fuckin lives!" or something like that.
--------------------------------------------- And that was only the first night 
Now we know why the ATM wouldn't work, upon withdrawing the 15 Jamaican dollars, the bank turned off his card on the suspicion it was stolen. 
All in all, it was a fucking great vacation, and I don't think I've ever been so drunk for such a long period of time.
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