samuri – Member
Daz. I don’t recommend smoking it to be quite frank.
Too late. No really – this puts me in mind of a tale which I’ll try to keep short and to the point.
Many, many years ago, my flatmate Pete and I agreed to get hold of some pot for an acquaintance named Biggs. He was very big, thus the name.
We got the pot (half ounce) and rolled a wee number just for the sake of quality control. By the next day, it was all gone and when Biggs came round to pick it up, Pete and I hid in a cupboard and sent our other flatmate to answer the door, with strict instructions regarding our absence from the flat.
Biggs came in anyway, and sat on the sofa in front of the cupboard for nearly TWO HOURS in the hope that we might return with his weed. This would have been fine, except the cupboard was very small and Pete was pretty much on top of me. And he wasn’t a hygenic, metrosexual kind of a bloke.
Anyway, eventually, after a few similar visits, Biggs realised he’d been ripped off and went to see Pete at his work. He was apparently very cordial and understanding. He even gave Pete a few wraps of what looked very much like speed. Pete wasn’t (probably isn’t) the brightest. He came home in a state of high excitement and immediately snorted one of the wraps. He was still puking and coughing and blowing soapy bubbles out his nose half an hour later.
How I laughed!
