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About This Page: This is a discussion on Reality Hipcheck within the LetsGoKings.com forums, at Los Angeles Kings Hockey Fan Forum. So I was house sitting for a friend of mine and I had some extra nectarines and raspberries lying around. Big ass nectarines. Each one weighed more than a pound.
So I was house sitting for a friend of mine and I had some extra nectarines and raspberries lying around. Big ass nectarines. Each one weighed more than a pound. They were good too. Best damn nectarines you ever ate.
So I gave them to the guy that lives behind my friend. He's a healthy guy and I figured he might like them.
The last day that I'm house sitting (saturday) I bump into him on the street and he thanks me for the fruit. Can't stop talking about how good they were. He called them "better than candy". Seriously. The guy ****ing loved those nectarines. So he's asking me where I bought them and I tell him from these guys at the Farmers Maket in Santa Monica. I tell him that they pretty much just sit in the back of their truck and get high all day long while they sell fruit.
So he looks at me and cocks his head and says "You burn?"
So I says to him I says.... "yea".
He takes off running saying "stay right there" and returns a moment later with a fat sack of weed which he then hands to me. He gave me a huge ****ing sack of weed. Just like that. Says he doesn't really smoke anymore but that he has a friend that grows it and keeps giving some to him.
So I'm not exactly a frequent partaker of said narcotic... but I'm not RUDE either! So I took the weed.
Today I find myself back at the Market talking to the guys that sell me the Nectarines. I tell them the story and the laugh.
As I'm leaving the "Lead Nectariner" (I'm gonna make that a superhero name) tells me "come back next week and we'll REALLY hook you up".
So by just being in the right place at the right time I'm gonna wind up with two "fat sacks" of excellent weed.
I love stoners. I really really do.
and here you probably thought I was going to make this about Kansas City.
The Following 4 Users Say Thank You to Dr. Naysay For This Useful Post:
hey bitch! you forgot to mention that i am coincidentally grubbing on some nectarines and raspberry sorbet. anyway, so ya... you get your fruit from santa monica, eh? tee hee...
__________________ "the king o' drinks, as i conceive it,
talisker, isla, or glenlivet!"
--robert louis stevenson
Weed... The gift that keeps on giving. Nothing gets someone on my bright side quicker than breaking out the fatties.
Here's a quick story of my own.
When I moved from Vancouver to Calgary, I lost all my hookups and was hurting bad. A buddy from Van said that he knew of a potential hookup for me out in Cow town. He gives me a number to call, says that he doesn't know the guys name, but I am to call and simply say that "I am Shooters friend". Having no other alternatives other than having it mailed out (I did that for ages. Never had a hassle, but I didn't like the risks regardless)
So I call and a male voice answers. I simply tell him that I'm Shooter's buddy (whoever that is), and the guy instantly tells me to meet him in a hotel parking lot in an hour. I show up having no idea what to expect. I still hadn't even asked for anything, just said the one line, and he had told me what he would be driving; that was it.
I guess he must have noticed some guy sitting in his car waiting because saw me before I saw him. The next thing I know, some burly biker-looking dude is opening my car door. He doesn't get in, he just throws me a sack of weed. I ask him what I owe and he says nothing, because I'm 'Shooter's friend'. Then he left.
I never called back because I didn't want him to ever find out that I have no idea who the hell Shooter even was, alls I know is that he must be the man.
I never called back because I didn't want him to ever find out that I have no idea who the hell Shooter even was, alls I know is that he must be the man.
Thank you Shooter...
They took down your car license information anyways.
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__________________ I haven't crapped Obediah's pants since December 15th, 2007, stay away from the nachos at Champps. Tonga ate all of my mac and cheese, you bastard.
I know someone who could make some killer brownies for Frozen Fury, if only he had a bag of weed.
__________________ Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams