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Edited on Thu Mar-04-10 01:52 AM by bamacrat
Ill tell you a story real quick.
Right before Christmas 2008 I went to Tunica for my bachelors party. For those who don't know Tunica is like Mississippi's Las Vegas. Except not as nice. Anyway its real close to Memphis. So me and my friends called a car service to take us to Memphis for the night. When we got in the car we started talking to the driver and he said that when you are in his car anything goes and proceeded to tell us a story about how he picked a guy and two midget women up form the casinos and they started having sex in the back on the way home. He then told us about his trip to England and about "Tea rooms" where people went to buy weed and we asked him if he knew of any tea rooms around. He said "as a matter of fact I do" and we told him we really only wanted some for the night. He told us to go have fun in Memphis give him a couple of hours and when he picks us up he will have some waiting. Full service indeed. Well we went and hung out on Beal St. and it was dead so we called him to come get us and had to stand in the cold waiting for him but oh was it worth it.
We got back in the car, I was seated behind him and he handed a bag that had the tiniest bit of what looked like coffee grounds in it I had ever seen. My friend couldn't roll anything so he handed it to me and I proceeded to roll it on our way back to Tunica. It didn't smell at all, didnt look like weed at all and we were all giving each other looks like what the hell. Well I got it rolled and lit it, hit it and passed it. By the time it got back to me (4 of us) I higher than I had ever been. I had been smoking for 5 solid years atleast 3 or 4 times a day, good stuff swag, whatever. We just went ape shit laughing, saying all types of stupid shit. We told him that we thought he had gotten us some shit but it was awesome. We gave him some money plus a little extra for his troubles and I had put it out by the time we got back to our hotel. The four of us (all heavy smokers) went into our hotel room and stood in a circle shoulder to shoulder swaying back and forth going on and on about how crazy that weed was. Then we remembered something. I had put the roach in my pocket, so we got it out and smoked it until it turned to ash. I mean I've had Blueberry, Alaskan Thunder Funk which I thought was the best until then, White Widow, Afghan Skunk all of the big buds but damn. I mean damn. We were going to try and get bulk the next day but all forgot to get up in time. hahah
Also our driver said he drives Reba McIntire around when she comes to Memphis and says she loves pot brownies which he delivers for her. Awesome.
Sorry for the long windedness.
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