In. Too. Deep.
Imagine the scene. JimBob's a first year at uni. He's not much of a weed smoker but, "hey everyone else is doing it!" I'd managed to go a good couple of months into my first term shirking away from it, mainly through the fear of ending up like Zammo after my first toke, but the opportunity finally arose.

A female friend from halls had one of her supremely hot mates come up and visit her for the weekend, at the same time her stoner boyfriend decided to come and hang out.

Now obviously, I wanted to get a piece of the hot mate, so my twisted logic told me that she would be mightily impressed if I smoked a joint in front of her. She'd think "Wow, he's dangerous, "I'd best do it with him" At least that's what I thought.

Less than half a dozen massive tokes, JimBob starts to flip out. I'm slurring at her how much I fancy her, before I get that rising feeling in my tummy. I forcibly shove her off the bed we're sitting on to spew in the hall, then crawling part way towards my room where I ended up laying, shivering until the following morning.

I don't smoke much weed these days. Or talk to many girls.
( <somethingfunny> hasn't said anything funny since, Tue 19 Oct 2004, 11:15, Reply)