Argh
A good few years ago I was quite a big stoner, and I was living at home with the old dears. One night, I'd had a joint out of my bedroom window, and fell asleep listening to my naff sanyo stereo... which decided to catch fire while I was in the land of nod...

Was woken up a while later by the sound of my TV imploding with the heat, cue me running around me room in me boxers, couldn't see a thing and was chocking on flaming plastic fumes, found the door but couldn't find the handle... panicked and started screaming like a little girl! Me dad eventually came upstairs and let me out of the room then went off to get everybody else out of the house, and in my stoned state thought I needed to get water and chuck it in the bedroom to put out the fire(which I couldnt even see for the smoke). So off I trot downstairs to find a bucket, and the closest thing I could find was a casserole dish soaking in the sink from tea... by the time I'd got upstairs with it, it was nearly empty and I had bits of carrot and beef all over me...

Well the fire service arrives, get up stairs and start putting the fire out, while chucking flamable stuff out of the front window... which included my jeans which contained nearly half ounce of pot that I'd procurred earlier that day... Thank god my little sister clocked it flying outof my pocket in to the street, she went and picked it up before the old dears/a fireman/a copper could pick it up :o)

Was coughing/snotting up black shite for a fortnight afterwards...

Funnily, I won't leave owt plugged in overnight now!!
(strangeone456789, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 21:17, Reply)