I just heard a really funny story from tuna (one of the many he has) when he was high so I thought I would create this thread to encourage all of you to post something that you've done under the influence. Once upon a time when I was high AF or drunk AF, I ....
..was with my buddy Norbert driving around aimlessly smoking some really really good bud and I was riding shotgun. I noticed we were down to our last couple doobies and said pull into the 7 Eleven so I can get some rolling papers. So he pulls in and I go into the store and ask the clerk if he sold rolling papers he said "No we don't sell rolling papers". I get back into the car and we continue to drive around smoking and joking and about a half hour later I tell my buddy "Hey there's another 7 Eleven pull in and I'll get some papers". So I go into the store and ask the clerk if carried rolling papers, and he says "Dude I told you once we don't carry rolling papers".
Found myself riding in the back of a van crossing the border between Canadexico and the Great and Wonderful Oz err ... I mean the States. I didn't actually know where I was (due to being forced to do Tequila shots by all of the 6 very tall guys who were in the van) but when the border guard entered the vehicle I was on my knees on top of a box of some kinda beer (some say Corona, some say Coors) pretty drunk, my mouth open and a little wobbly. For some reason I ended up getting suspended from crossing the border for a year based on whatever that guard dude thought he saw. The End.
It was Corona in case you still aren't sure and it certainly looks like you aren't quite sure now just as you were back then. Come on stick with the story.
Hmmmm.....where do I even start? There's the time I smoked peyote in Vegas and woke up in the desert naked with a woman I had never seen before in my life. She said I picked her up outside the Flamingo hotel and that we had a night on the town. I told her my name was Frederick Covington III and that I was the heir to a massive diamond corporation based out of South Africa. We rode out to the desert and spent the night in a sweat lodge. I have no knowledge of most of the night except for the stuff she told me.
I've used it every once in a while since that time. Back when I used to go to conferences out of state....I had a habit of making up false names. Richard Stroker was one of my favorites....I told every I met they could just say me Dick.
Well....let's see... There's my first wedding.....my father in law was a very short man....like 5'1ish or so. I am somewhere between 6'4 and 6'5. He hated me and hated his daughter was marrying me and was afraid to show it. At the wedding reception....that he reluctantly paid for....we were taking pictures and stuff and I was obviously drunk out my damn mind at this point...someone said it was time for the Father/Daughter dance. So I said "not before Daddy dances with me" and I grabbed him and spun him around a few times and tried to dance with him. He initially went along with the joke but got irritated really fast. So then I picked him up and held him like a baby and danced a little more. And then pretended to rock him to sleep and sat him down in his chair. Everyone in the room laughed....except for new wife and him of course.
