Phil
Phil was the kid at school who always wanted to be 'cool' but never was, and always tried too hard and ends up embarrasing you somehow.

One weekend his parents went away on holiday somewhere so he invited everyone round to his house. Rather than sit on benches and freeze our arses off we obliged and happily went along.

We started smoking ganja in the back garden and he tried to stop us, so I asked "why don't you come have a smoke with us?" he happily agreed, probably because it was the first invitation he'd ever had or something.

So I went around the house with a little bag and some scissors and made everyone donate a small clump of pubic hair. When the bag was full I rolled a 2-king joint filled with pubic hair, and put a bit of bud in the end for realism.

He happily smoked about half of it when I just couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He moved away a few months later, and I can't help but feel partly responsible.

Sorry about the length!

Edit: His nickname from then on was 'Phil me up on pubes'
(mrmonkfish yolo420weedwizard, Fri 14 May 2004, 13:31, Reply)