Rights Holder is COMPLETE

When Sunny and I originally set out on our adventure to conquer all 420 stoner achievements, we were concerned that because of our cautious tendencies, we would never encounter the police. Risking danger is a big part of what makes the achievements exciting. We are both seasoned smokers, and have dealt with various other authority figures, and sometimes police, but never were we directly in danger of being caught for possession. So we assumed it would never happen.

Wrong. That all changed for us and made the risks of being caught outside of the state (we have medical cards here) very great. In fact, federal law now mandates that an individual that is arrested, not convicted, for possession or intent to sell, will not be applicable for federal financial aid or loans. Ever. This is a big deal for all you college tokers out there. Getting caught could bring your education (and your plans for the future) to a screeching halt. Be careful out there.

You really don't want to get stuck with paying this out of pocket, trust me

Consider this a story about how to defend your rights (and keep your stupid ass out of jail), when confronted by police. We made mistakes, and we made strides, but we walked away from the situation free from persecution.

Sunny and I were visiting a metropolitan college out-of-state, to see some friends. After the road trip, and the relaxing music and weather, we let down our guard. We wanted to smoke, but our friends were in class. We didn't know the area, or anything about the people or police here, so intuition told us to keep cool and stay sober. Sunny and I got into her car and "Sunset in July" came on the radio. Sunny suggested that "we should see if we can blaze an entire bowl by the end of the song". Mistake #1 motherfuckers. We were in a pretty busy parking lot, but we felt secure with our doors locked, and we figured since we were doing it in less than four minutes, nobody would catch us. Are you seeing where this is going wrong?

It was a lot like this

We joyfully cashed the bowl, and stepped out of the car, with smoke barreling out. We were ready to go for a walk in the beautiful weather, so we left the bowl in the passenger seat. Fucking mistake #2. Sunny reminded me to lock the doors, and we left to find a bench to sit and enjoy our high. We were completely ripped, I mean, in space. We walked about a block away, having difficulty moving due to the intense high. That's when shit got real.

The lights. The nefarious lights. The blue and red that makes the hair on your every part of your body stand up. Of course, at first we glanced at each other in reassuring denial. There's no way they were here for us, they must be going to break up a fight, or stop a robbery or something. The car pulled up right next to us, and the two officers stepped out. We froze in mid stride, our fear probably written everywhere on our bodies. I looked at Sunny and we silently communicated "keep your goddamn mouth shut".
"Where are you folks headed? Can we talk to you for a second?" it seemed to roll off his tongue, in a devilish sort of manner, you could tell he knew we were guilty. I decided to do the talking, since Sunny was clearly mortified. "Absolutely officer. We were headed to find a place to smoke a couple cigarettes and enjoy the weather." Keep in mind I was high as fuck. I had my sober face on, but that doesn't stop the red eyes, the aura of pot smoke that must have been surrounding us at this point, and the clear anxiety given away by our subconscious.

"We just received a report of a couple of teenagers matching your description smoking marijuana in a car in that parking lot. Know anything about that?" At this point, both officers (large men) took an offensive stance, stepping closer, standing taller. They looked us over, and seemed to be glaring at us with conviction. "We were just walking to smoke cigarettes, sir. We don't know anything about the parking lot." My voice was shaking as I pulled out my box of cigarettes, praying to God there wasn't a joint in there. I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled out two and handed one to Sunny. "Do you guys mind if I smoke?". "Sure, go ahead. We saw you heading down here from the parking lot, can you explain that?"

Never before did I have such an urge to shit myself

"YEAH" Sunny's voice jumped out of the silence, like she had been building up this whole time. "We were getting our cigarettes out of my car to go for this walk". Not a good idea, but she didn't say much, so I was proud of her. "Let me see your identification, we're just gonna see if you guys have any priors." We know that the law says you must identify yourself to an officer of the law, so we complied. I handed the officer my military ID card, trying to possibly forge a bond with him. He handed it back aggressively, "where's your driver's license". What a fucking dick, he's clearly here to make an arrest, not make friends. Makes sense I guess.

They ran our ID's and thankfully, we had no warrants, or records (other than a few speeding and parking tickets, we're clean). This is when things got scary. Sunny and I overheard the smaller officer turn around and say into his radio "We're gonna need a separate car and officer for her. Search the car". OH FUCK. We had an ounce of fucking weed in the trunk of that car. All they need was a dog and we were going to prison for a long time. The officers turned around and looked at us both. "You two have any illegal substances on you? Marijuana, drugs, guns or anything?" "Of course not officer." I looked him in the eye as I confidently asserted myself. That's the key. Assert your rights, let them know you won't be intimidated.

"So I take it you two wouldn't mind a quick pat-down. then?" I knew we were both clean, and that consenting to a personal search isn't the same as letting them search your car. "No problem officer, we just need to be going soon if that's all right". "We'll search you real quick don't worry". I worried. I got extremely anxious and was visibly shaking. He forced my hands behind my back, and broke the second cigarette I was holding in my hand. No respect. He put on black gloves, giving his attitude a more sinister demeanor. I informed him that I had a legal stiletto in my right pocket (It looks like an illegal switchblade, and I don't want him to find it). "We'll hold onto that for just a bit, don't worry we'll give it back". Yeah, sure.

Turns out, being searched is more degrading that you think. I don't mind having some stranger pat down my legs, waist, or even my ass (ahhhh yeah), but man, it's a big ass step further. He spread my legs without asking, cupped his hand into a "c" and proceeded to slowly graze from my balls to my ass. HE GOT UP IN THERE. Feeling completely violated, I shook it off the minute I heard "He's clean". As I breathed with relief, I saw the lights of another car. It pulled up next to the original car. Everyone on campus saw us being searched. It was quite an ordeal already that was about to get worse.

"Spread your cheeks and lift your sac"

A female cop strolled out of the car. My mind was flooded with thoughts like "this is it. I'm finally busted. I bet jail isn't too bad. I hope I make friends and don't get raped". Sunny shyly smiled at me, and I whispered "I love you so much". The anxiety of the situation caused me to forget that male officers can't pat down women. So they just called her in to conduct a search. Sunny wasn't as violated, but everyone got see her get felt up. "She's clean, too". "Are we free to go?" "Not yet." "Are we under arrest?" "No." "So we're free to go, then?" "Calm down, we'll get this sorted out in a second". I should've called a lawyer, because shit always get worse.

"Doors are locked on the car. We can see paraphernalia out in the open. Roaches are visible as well. Could potentially be marijuana." It sounded over the radio in an exorcist-style voice. "Can you confirm it's marijuana?" "Yes, definitely cannabis". They were so close to getting us. Sunny and I were ready to lose our shit. "So, we know that there was weed in the car. You guys want to tell us what you were doing?" "I'm not going to answer that" "You can just tell me what you guys were doing." "Sorry, but I'm not going to answer that" "Could you at least tell us what kind of car you were in?" "Sorry, but no I can't". He looked over to Sunny and repeated the same questions. She declined to speak. I was so proud of her. We often talked about what we would do in this situation, and we stuck to our guns.

"We're going to find out who the car is registered to. If it's to either one of you, you should tell us now. The judge will go easy on you." "I have the right not to say anything" "Suit yourself, we're just waiting for the registration on the car to come back". We thought they had us. We were in check, we had no where to move our king. It was about 50 degrees outside, and despite, we were sweating bullets. We overheard that the car wasn't registered to anyone that lived in the city Sunny and I have on our driver's licenses. Sunny lived in a different place than when she got the plates for her car. This meant the car wasn't linked to us, other than direct eyewitness account. The police looked hard at us "Last chance if there is anything you want to tell us". "I'm good." They looked around anxiously, and seemed very uneasy.

"We're going to put a note out about you two. If you get caught doing anything you shouldn't be doing today, we won't hesitate to bring you in. You understand?" We responded with a shuttering chorus of "yes". This was followed by a long, (or what seemed like fucking forever) silence. Finally, I couldn't resist the urge to ask "Are we free to go?". The police looked at each other and shrugged angrily "I would seem so". "Have a good day officers, we're running a little late". We strolled away calmly, but the very instant the police had driven away, we busted into fiendish laughter.

WE DID IT. We stared authority in the face and refused to give up our rights. We kept calm, and kept our mouths shut. We were home free, walking to the park to sit down and relax. We were still high as we had ever been.

Oddly enough, it didn't end here. We walked about another three blocks when we saw those lights again, on the opposite side of the street. Sunny and I hugged and looked on nervously as one of the men who had spoken to us stepped out, and marched towards us. "Oh shit did they bring dogs, did they get a warrant, oh fuck oh fuck what do we do". He walks full speed at us until he is about two feet away, looking us in the eye the whole time. He finally meets us, and we look up to him. He paused. We're shitting bricks at this point, we are completely blind sided, we don't even know how to respond.

"I forgot to give you your knife back".

The Tao: Making Delicious Cannabutter

So you've never made cannabutter before, or maybe you have and just want to get a definite recipe to keep. Well you've come to the right place my sexy friends. I want to show you today how to make your own to keep, to hold, and to cherish. Let's get started!

First thing, if you want to make your cannabutter and your edibles in the the same day, I suggest you get the ingredients and materials ready the day before. You're going to to want to wake up at the crack of dawn, since cannabutter takes a little while to make (ABOUT SIX HOURS). I get cooking right after my daily routine.

Pictured above: The breakfast of champions. Cigarettes, coffee,
microwavable sandwiches, medication, and 420!

A good thing for any kind of cooking or craft, is to gather your materials. Here's what you'll need:

1. A large saucepan (depending on how much butter you want to make)
2. A stirring spoon, to keep your cannabis and butter from burning
3. Two glass jars, one for your cannabutter, and one for your cannabis tea (water and weed)
4. Stems and seeds, or even some actual bud if you want REALLY good cannabutter
5. A couple sheets of cheese cloth, to filter out the actual weed left over (you can dry it later)
6. Some clothespins, to fasten the coffee filter
7. A scale, cheap ones will do if you round up
8. Sticks of salted butter (no shit, Sherlock)
9. Optional: Zip-lock freezer bag
10. Optional: Very large bowl

Ignore the coffee filter, I used cheese cloth, but I used
that as a placeholder for the picture

Okay, lets get cooking. Weigh out your weed based on how strong you want the recipe to be, and how much butter you'll be using. Below you can find a chart that should help you figure out how much you need. Feel free to save this, as it can help you in the future.

Le chart

6 grams for me, I found that using stoichiometry if you
can't tell

Start by getting about three cups of water boiling in the saucepan. How much water you use is arbitrary, as you will separate it from the butter anyway. Use enough to keep the cannabis from burning at the bottom of the pan. Take your butter and keep it at room temperature while doing this so it is easier to melt.

Am I going a little too fast for you?

Once the water is at a boil, add your butter. Stir it until you get a nice, even mixture. Now is a good time to open some windows, unless you want your neighbors to come over asking for some. Lower your heat so as not to burn the butter (a 6 out of 10 is a good temperature). Add more water if you don't think you have enough.

I should be a chemist, seriously

Once the butter has completely melted and formed a nice coating on top of the water, it is time for the point of no return. Add your cannabis to the mixture. Here comes the shitty part. You need to stir this and let it simmer etc for about THREE HOURS. A good heat setting is about 3 out of 10. This is how long it takes to make sure all the THC in your cannabis has been absorbed into the butter. I usually stir it in 20 minute intervals. So this is your chance to do some shit you have to take care of.

Seriously, no turning back

I don't like my sheets smelling like my lifestyle: Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll

Three Hours Later...

Next, pour the mixture through the cheese cloth. Double-layer the cloth (fold it over once) across the top of one of your jars. Fasten it to the top using clothespins. Pour your mixture SLOWLY YOU DUMBASS into the jar. ***Remember, if you have shitty glass jars like me, put the jar in the sink as you pour it in, this way if the glass breaks, you don't spill your shit).

YOUR NOBLE APPARTUS

SCIENCE, IT WORKS BITCHES

You can already see the butter and water separating.

If you have a large freezer bag, and you want to dry out your weed to make more edibles, put your cheesecloth with the cannabis in it, into the freezer bag. Save that however you want.

Again, if you're using shitty jars like me, you'll want to let the jar sit in your sink at room temperature WITH THE LID OFF for about 20 to 30 minutes. This way the glass can cool to room temperature. Then you may set it in the fridge. If you have a large bowl, like a casserole bowl, set the jar in that while inside the fridge. This is the same precaution as putting it in the sink.

Put a lid on it, put it in the fridge, and wait at least two hours. This is by far the hardest part. Use this time to clean up, so your roommates don't bitch about how you won't share. If you have trouble cleaning the saucepan, put water and dish soap in it and boil it. It will clear rather quickly. THE MORE YOU KNOW!

Unfortunately, I was pressed for time when we finished the cannabutter, so we had to hurry up and cook with it. After it has cooled enough so that the butter is almost solid, use the other jar and do the same method as you did earlier, filtering it out. This time, scoop the solid cannabutter up with a spoon, and save it in either a jar or some tupperware. If you want, you can let the jar full of ganja-water set in the fridge, to ensure you didn't miss any.

HAPPY COOKING!

Possible Return?

It's been a while, folks. Sunny and I apologize for the absence, but we had a lot of very important things going on in our lives. Sometimes things become a little bit more important than what gets you high. However, we're hoping that maybe in the near future we can make a comeback, and start knocking out new achievements in ways that are excellent to read. But first, we need to get a couple things done on the blog:

1) As much as we hate to do it, I'm removing all pictures that might depict Sunny or I, and use only pictures that don't reveal our location. This is a privacy measure. We're both aware that problems with authorities do happen, but we want to be more distant from being recognized by our peers, our schools, our parents, or our employers (or future employers).

2)Everything in here should be taken with a grain of salt. We would LIKE for you to imagine these as true, because they may very well be. However, again, to cover our own asses here, assume everything is fiction the same way you would EVERYWHERE ELSE ON THE INTERNET.

3) Sunny and I work forty plus hours a week, on top of spending roughly twenty four hours at school every week. We don't have free time to relax, I have next to no time to play music, and this may mean that there is no time for weed. But never fear, pot will always find a place to make us feel a little bit relaxed. Hopefully, we'll be able to plan out brand new adventures and feats.

Thank you for your support, we're glad to (potentially) be back,
Jason

My Favorites.....

Today, we're gonna talk about the favorite things we like to do when stoned. So far, J and I have been on plenty of high adventures. We've gone through intense situations like the mental asylum, but we have been through pretty chill times as well. However, it kinda begs the question.. what's the best thing to do when high?

"You have 30 minutes to get somewhere safe."

There are plenty of activities to do for first time stoners. You could make special brownies and give them to your unknowing friends (which will definitely result in some funny and unforgettable times). I don't recommend giving them to ones who haven't smoked before, but to each their own. Going to the movies is also something I suggest, simply because after you hot box in a hot car you might wanna go into some air conditioning. It's also a good munchies and cotton mouth cure, while getting your laugh on (which reminds me, who has seen Hangover 2? I'm dying to see it!!).

I would have to say, my most favorite thing to do while being high (besides having sex) is swimming in a lake or swimming pool. I prefer lakes because the chlorine in pools bother me, but it's just amazing to have water and nature surrounding you. Maybe bring some drawing utensils and be a super awesome stoned artist? I don't know, but whatever you do, you will be calm as shit once you get neck deep into some cold water while being baked. 

REEFER MADNESS

Other things I suggest include stumbling. Who knows what stuff on the internet you'll find? Smoking cigarettes always makes me feel awesome as well-- it kinda gives you an extra boost of being high if you smoke one after you're blazed already. Playing with puppies, reading, writing, drawing, anything!! Everything is better when high, amirite? 

What do you like to do when high?

Toodles!

sunny

The Cold Hard Facts

http://io9.com/5794209/what-cannabis-actually-does-to-your-brain -

This article I read briefly explains the chemistry behind thc and the brain. I kinda read this stoned, pretty late in the night and thought it was a pretty awesome read. However, I do have some things for and against this article, which is a good thing. Read it! Tell us what you think...

the 'temporary brain damage' section of the article gives me a few counter points to some of things the anti-pot crowd believes. for one, who really does anything actually important while high on marijuanas? i'll forget the dumb joke i'm saying, or the stupid comment i'd make when high. that's probably a good thing.... thus, i don't see how this temporary brain damage matters in the long run. By the way, i honestly don't really do this quite too often. only on the really nice, good shit. i don't talk much when i'm super baked anyway, i like to zone out sometimes, relaxin'.

my parents just recently "caught" me smoking pot, and I have to say I really don't give a flying shit. I mean, they have it all wrong. They think one thing, but they don't really know the facts. The government has been successful, and instead of telling them the truth, brainwashed them for their own agenda.

However, the article does go on to say some awesome shit I couldn't explain myself until just now. It's almost as if time is speeding up and slowing down at the same time. HOLY FUCK. that's completely how it feels. as i was reading this, i was like 'but sometimes it takes forever.. but then again, it goes by so fast!' (kinda like this blog post!)

The last few paragraphs kinda summed up my feelings about marijuana too. Excuse my bias, but the latter who believe marijuana should be legal always has a better argument to make it legal. It helps cancer patients? "Other experts call it a cure for everything from insomnia to glaucoma, and advocate its use as a medicine." 

Who knows what could happen in the next decade.. we even have some republicans backing a bill up in congress. hmmmm. (hard to believe!) Who knows, maybe I'll get my dad to smoke some pot to treat his sleeping problems... haha!

comment, ipor favor!

sunny

Fishing, Bongs, Fun...

Long time no see! it's been a long couple weeks, what with Jason's surgery and my own bullshit, which is why it's been a minute since I've posted. However, today I do have an awesome day to talk about--- with pics!

I have a pipe named Francis. He's an octopus, and it's a double hitter pipe so it's actually pretty nice. However, Francis had an accident which left a hole in the bowl, and J and I decided that it was worthy of fixing. Well, the only thing we could do is to get brass screens big enough to cover said hole. While we were in the headshop, we decided to look around, and lo! A bong appears...

Looks like the ocean!

After we bought the bong, we decided to try it out on a dock at a lake where I live by. Let me tell you, this isn't the first bong we've owned, but my god, bongs are cool! The first two hits that we took made us completely baked out of our minds. I've always preferred pipes because it saves weed AND you get to control how big the hit is; but with a bong, you really honestly get another benefit: it doesn't burn as much, and you literally use all the weed you load. It conserves your weed because you can light it until the very last bit is lit. We had pretty shitty weed at the time due to it being dry over here as well, but the bong helped us a lot.  Even the smoke stays inside after you take the bowl out, which leaves a stoner like me to suck every single bit of THC left behind.

Eventually, we took a break from the weed and cast J's pole into the lake--- they were biting like none other! We bought night crawler bait and they were LOVING IT. Loving it SO MUCH that they were... eating it.. and not getting hooked. At all. Tricky bastards.

Jason tried a few times, but eventually he let me take over. And what do ya know?

A wild fish appears!!! That's a 12 oz cup.

Needless to say, Jason was pretty pissed. He's been fishing for quite some time and hasn't caught anything, but leave it up to sunny to make the day worth while :) more pics:

Man he was mad.

Me fishing

We didn't really come prepared, so we had to toss the fish back in the lake. I guess that one catch scared all his friends off, because they never ended up biting again for Jason.

And here are more pictures of the beautiful scenery..

The lake that we smoke at is honestly the most beautiful scene I've ever laid eyes on. It's open, yet isolated from any other human contact. You are literally one with nature when you come to this spot, and to top it all off, no worries about cops.. even cops on the lake. They can't really do anything, and because of the sheer width of the lake, we would be able to see them coming over (thus we would run away if it looked like they were pissed.) However, they can't really do anything anyway... what, hide the weed--- then they'll see our fishing pole? Ain't nothin' wrong with catchin' some fishies while stoned, hehe.

Expect another post Friday!

xoxo

sunny

Fruit Roll-up is COMPLETE

Wow, has it been two weeks already? Sorry for the drastic break in posting guys, I had my wisdom teeth pulled, and Sunny has had a lot of shit to do with work lately, so its been pretty hectic. Now that I finally have a clear head (Hell yeah, free drugs), I can write about our first Summer Green Day, in which we smoked an OUNCE of weed in a total of 14 multi-flavored blunts. It was definitely an interesting experience, especially when you consider that smoking that much in a short time feels much more like work than it does like fun.

The clock struck noon. I came back to Sunny's friend's apartment from class in the suffocating summer heat. Upon the coffee table, I stared in awe at the sheer amount of ground weed we had, and reflected on the fact that in less than twelve hours, this would all be inside my lungs. Ah shit.

To prepare for this day, I went to a local headshop and bought every blunt flavor I could find. It came out to 14. That's a lot of different shit. The flavors were: Plain, Strawberry Kiwi, Gin and Juice, Kush, Purple, Wet Cherry, Chocolate, Mello Mango, Peach Passion, French Vanilla, Blueberry Burst, Berries, Apple Martini, and Champagne.

We planned on completing as many achievements as we could in one day, but we learned of a new problem with these blunts. We never could know if it was the flavoring or the actual amount of tobacco (which would be odd considering we both smoke cigarettes), but after a few of these in a row, massive headaches ensued. Did that stop us? FUCK NO.

We kept on smoking. We took some pain pills, had a snack and pressed on. Around the 7th and 8th blunt, we noticed something else happening. We were so high, that all the flavors were the same. We mixed them up before we started, so that we could be surprised with each new flavor, but that backfired on us. All of them eventually tasted like chocolate or vanilla. Not fun.

But WE PRESSED ON, eventually having to leave the nice air-conditioned and head to my place so we could finish up. Only four blunts left on the table, it meant another two for each of us. At this point, we were spent. Drowsy, insanely hungry, coughing all the time. Once at my place, we realized it was almost 11 o' clock. 4 blunts, one hour.

The rest is still very hazy to me, and I can't remember how it all went. But I do remember that this may be one of the most difficult achievements we are going to do. I wouldn't recommend such ridiculous consumption to anyone. We are proud of ourselves, and we hope you enjoyed reading.

PS: Sunny and I are going to be updating on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule, since we have most of our free time on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Live before you die,
Jason

Summer Green Day #1

It's a big deal, folks. A big fucking deal. For those of you that are unfamiliar with the term "Green Day"'s actual meaning, the name of the alternative rock band came from the original meaning of the phrase, which is "a day where one does nothing but smokes weed". And that's what we having coming up in the near future. In light of some achievements that need to be done, Sunny and I discussed a way to pile them all into one simple solution. Do as many of them as we can, in a single day.

This upcoming Tuesday to be exact. It will be the day before I have my wisdom teeth surgically removed, which will leave me completely useless for at least three days, and without weed for at least a week. So this was clearly the appropriate choice.

The basis of the day will be around the "Fruit Roll-up" achievement, in which Sunny and I must smoke one of each flavor of blunt wraps we can find. That turned out to be much more than we thought. We're going to need over AN OUNCE of weed just to accomplish the feat. It's going to take a lot of weed, and it's going to take a lot of time. So why not knock a few others out while we're at it?

That's all the info I can give you fuckers for now, but sit tight, because we've got a lot in store this week, and we hope you're ready to come along with us, and see what this achievement list is really all about.

If you're not a servant, you'll be struck to the ground,
Jason

Day Walker and White Collar Crime COMPLETE!

This is my second post today, since I have so very little free time, and I'd like to introduce two brand-spanking new achievements that Sunny and I have completed!

Where Sunny resides its very hot, and humid. Its what I imagine Hell would be like, if it were also full churches and rude people. Near where she lives, there is a nice, quiet little suburban town, which we rarely visit as there is nothing to do there. However, this seemed like the perfect place for some "White Collar Crime". I gathered up my two dogs (I fucking love them, go fuck yourself) and headed down there. Once I was there, I noticed that there were a ton of people out doing yard work, mowing the lawn, watching their kids play. Perfect.

I rolled a quick joint (turned out beautifully), lit up, and took a stroll around town. I took special note of all the picket fences and green yards, just because I enjoy the feelings I get when I see them (I was raised in suburban North Carolina). After a light walk around the block, my dogs were clearly exhausted (out of shape because I'm the only one that walks them), so we decided to head back. At this point, I felt it was pretty clear that people had noticed me, and it probably wasn't safe to hang around. It was a very traditional and conservative place, so despite the legality of my actions, it still wasn't a bright idea. I snapped a couple pictures and drove back. Here's the pics!

EDIT: Please wait a day for the pics, we're getting a 400 Error here

By The Gods... Valkyries EVERYWHERE!

To make an exceedingly long story very short, I have been working my ass off the last couple weeks, so Sunny and I haven't had as many adventures lately. But I need the extra cash, so I picked up a second job guttering houses (I'm gonna get tan as fuck), so when I'm not spending 60+ hours a week at work, Sunny and I are packing HUGE adventures into single nights. Here is the story of one of those nights.

We picked up a quart from our usual guy, but this time we were looking for something strong. I'm talking, dank. So dank, you could get high just smelling this stuff. We aren't really concerned with strain names and any of that bullshit, so we went about our business. I rolled a nice fat joint for the two of us to share, and man, it was something else. When you smoke this weed, you get this urge to just smoke more, as if you can never get high enough. It didn't take long for us to lose track of how much we had smoked already.

After a bit, we managed to stumble into my car, and go on a route. At some point along the way, we apparently both expressed interest in going to a "gentlemen's club", to see some "exotic dancers". Strippers. We're talking about strippers here. Somehow we ended up downtown, and found a decent strip joint, and the whole experience was incredible. Way better than I would've expected (and Sunny loved it, too). The rest of the night lies in a dark haze for me...

The next day I got up and wanted to bake before work, and I couldn't find my stash. I started to sweat, worrying that I lost it or it had been stolen when it violently dawned on me. We smoked it.

ALL OF IT.

I called up Sunny and we pieced together what happened the night before. You can find a recap of it here. I had to track down what kind of weed this was, it was an all-too-different high. Sunny finally got to the guy, and you'll never guess what he told us.

"Yeah man, I think it's called Thor's... something. I don't know man I don't really listen"

"Thor's something"

"Thor's"

IT WAS THOR'S MOTHERFUCKING HAMMER. This is one of the Stoner Achievements! And we happened upon it by accident! It definitely lived up to it's reputation of leaving you somewhere the next day, not knowing what happened the night before. So... about 300 dollars, 12 hours, and lots of glitter and makeup, and we experienced Thor's Hammer.

The experience was so good, we decided to create a new achievement "Strippers Everywhere!" Urging all you stoners to go to a strip joint high. You never know what might happen.

Of course I would love a dance,

Jason

Chillin.

Right now, pretty much everybody I know is working. My parents, Jason and our friends J.B. and babyblue. I finally have two days off this week! Which is why posting has been minimal. As we have explained before already, we both hold down at least 50 hours of week of work. I don't know about you, but I'm gonna smoke some weed a lot during the week. Especially on days off like this: empty house, bitchin' music, pipe in hand.

Ah. gotta love the off days.

Jason was awesome enough to share his weed with me, so I'm in luck. (THANKS JASON.) I'm about half a bowl in and already pretty good. (Tolerance? Awesome man.)

The reason of why I'm posting should be of interest to you guys. Jason and I recently went to the strip club--- baked as shit. I'm sure Jason will explain the original reason why we went, but after we got there we stepped into a whole different world it seems like. Gotta remember, first time I ever even done that. But as a bisexual, I didn't mind all too much, although the lady at the bar was a fucking bitch.

We watched the poles for a while when Brooklyn strutted up to us. She was very, very sexy. She wore a hot pink thong underneath black panties. The pink glowed underneath the blacklight, and when she got closer I could see her glittery blue bra and bleach blond hair. Her curves were so nice... she was basically the perfect dancer.

Well, we made eye contact and she came over to us. She bent down to us and touched my leg while she asked how we were doin'.

J and I looked at each other and agreed instantly we wanted her for our lap dance of the night.

Eventually, we spent a lot of money (haha) but it was well worth it. She connected to us as a couple pretty great, so the dance was amazing. She happened to be interested in women, and as a couple we blew her mind. I'm sure some of the stuff she did was considered illegal (teehee.)

She seemed pretty down to earth (obviously, how could she not be?) afterwards as well. So, let it be known to everyone that stereotypes are getting old. This is why I'm glad Jason and I have this blog, because being known as a stoner, it doesn't get a great rep over here. Hopefully, more people will realize the stupidity of their thinking, and then maybe changes will be done (legalization of marijuana, anyone?).

I say, fuck the stereotypes! Ima smoke my bowl.

toodles

sunny

"So you say ya troubled boy, 

just because you like to destroy 

all the things that bring the idiots joy.

well, what's wrong with a little destruction? 

the fallen are the virtuous among 

never judge us to be blessed."

Apologies!

Sorry that the site has been only slowing updating, with no new material to really post. I got some epic (that's the only way to describe it, so fuck you) food poisoning, and I've been bedridden for about two days. Now I have work, and so does Sunny, but we do plan on bringing you some pretty bitching updates in the near future, so hang onto your cock-holsters ladies and gentlemen!

What did I do to deserve this?!

Jason

Suggestions.. Anyone? Anyone?

Just recently, J and I changed our layout and other important elements to the blog. We'd like if anybody had any suggestions, go ahead and comment this post and we'll probably use it-- afterall, everyone is a newb at one point.

The pages to the right of the blog will help anybody out if you're trying to find something specific; hopefully in the future this blog will grow as more people tune into us (so don't be shy in showin some stoner friends!)

So, keep your eyes open, and more changes will come. Also, if you have an adventure that you'd like us two fools to try out, or maybe a story that's badass that you've done while stoned like a motherfucker, be sure to comment!

tuned in, now droppin' out

sunny

More To Come, After A Word From Our Sponsors!

Sunny and I are very proud of our website progress so far. We're having a lot of fun doing it, and we know there are a lot of people that enjoy reading it. We decided that we would each just run this blog as our lives go by, Sunny doing whatever she likes, and me doing mine. Of course, we'll collaborate and have our adventures (it's our thing), but mostly we're going to just be doing what comes natural. That being said, here is a quick update on the status of our blog, in the near future:

• We will be taking down and reposting all of our pictures, to best fit our needs.
• The site layout and design will be changing several times in the near future, until we settle on something that is how we would like it.
• The potential addition of three new types of series. Adding to the "Stoner Achievements", we will create a list of new adventures to complete, "Living the High Life" (such as Coping Mechanism), "The Dao of El Duderino" (things every stoner should know how to do), and "Stoned Exploration" (a segment on urban exploration)
• In the near future, I will be completing more achievements, as this is the main focus of the blog. Keep your eyes open!

This blog is about our culture, who we are, and the things we love to do. We hope you enjoy what it's becoming as much as I do.

Living in a lucid dream,

Jason

Haunted Joint night

Refer back to Jason's first post about this night here: http://thehighlife80.blogspot.com/2011/05/nug-ninja-aka-haunted-joint.html

So...... J had this idea. Sneak onto private property and go inside a supposed haunted mental asylum.

Sounds stupid, right? Well, it is. Very stupid. But we're stoner fools, so that doesn't mean anything to us. Even one of our friends said that she wouldn't ever ever do this in a lifetime (yet, after I told her what happened, she can't wait to go the next time we go.) The sign that led into the private property warned us that we could get five years in prison if we were caught. After a long time of smoking and discussing it, we decided to take the risk.

We parked a few blocks away from the entrance, and when we were doing that, I figured it was just another walk. It didn't really kick into my head that we were doing this until we were at the rundown building. I myself started freaking out and had to be talked into doing it again...

When I stepped into the building, my heart instantly started to race faster. I couldn't see a thing, and when J walked across the floor, the sudden creaks even made me jump. We went into the first room (refer to the pictures J posted) and my hair stood up on my arm the instant I went in there. “Just a few more pictures,” J told me. Well.. those few pictures went by fast because I wanted to get the fuck out of there.

J wanted to finish the achievement, so I handed him the joint and fucking left. I stood outside looking around in the dark. I could hear J walking around in the building, but I got a weird feeling.. like somebody was looking at me. I quickly texted him and wanted him to come back, and right when I pressed send I felt something behind me, so I turned around to look. Nothing was there, but I stood there makin' sure some damn ghosts weren't sneaking up behind me.

I just stood there. Not breathing. Not making a sound.

Then, a low growl came from in front of me. I thought to myself, ah shit. Why now? Not here, in the dark, waking up the police...

The dog barked and barked. In my head, I was yelling for J to come back down and soon enough, he did. As soon as he saw it, he was prepared to fight in case it was a fighting dog. Luckily, some quick thinking on both our parts created only a small amount of noise. It gave us time to slowly back up and run off.

Honestly? I would do it again. I want to explore more now that I know that they don't have guards swarming the place. If I had my glasses, I probably would've been able to see the dog earlier. Looking back, I don't understand where the dog came from. I saw it move from the ground, so it must have been sleeping when we stepped through the front door. However, that doesn't even make sense. If we didn't make that much noise coming into the place, how the fuck did me getting on my cell phone make enough noise? Maybe the dog wasn't even real.....

I don't know. We'll have more information next week..

After it was all said and done, we found a friendly frog to play around with:

Motherfuckin' joint.

Froggin' around.

Anyway, I'll let ya fuckers know if we go back. We might! Expect more creepy pictures too!

xoxo

sunny