I went on a trip to rio de janiero a couple years ago with my masters class. A couple of us were big time stoners so we bought some of the local stuff, and proceeded to smoke it in the hotel room. So in the midst of smoking a fatty, someone knocks on the door. My roommate checks through the peep hole and frantically warns us that it’s an employee. I scramble and throw the joint out of the 10th floor window into the crowded street and my other friend throws the ash tray into the closet. We would be expelled from our program if we were caught. So anyways my roommate goes to open the door and it turns out the employee just wanted to give us some free chocolate.
Funny thing is, there was still weed scattered throughout the table top
Brazilian weed is still the best ***** I’ve ever smoked till this day.
I also have plenty moments where ive been eating and so ripped outta of my mind, that I start wondering where my food went after I had cleaned my plate.