I was gonna enter this contest – but I got high.

I don’t smoke pot, so no tale to tell, but I can appreciate a cool LP and more importantly the fact that I received the email about this at exactly 4:20 today. Well played Ben, well played.

As the pulsating rhythm of the blues filled the air at the outdoor music festival, I found myself in a euphoric haze, courtesy of the potent joint shared with friends earlier. The music seemed to weave through my veins, heightening my senses and sparking an unconventional burst of creativity. With an irresistible urge to channel my inner bluesman, I stumbled upon an abandoned guitar backstage, the strings practically calling out to me. Ignoring the fact that I never played before, I strummed the strings with reckless abandon, believing he could summon the spirit of Jack White himself.

In my altered state, my rendition of the blues was nothing short of comical. I plucked the strings with fervor, producing a cacophony of mismatched notes that somehow seemed to fit the chaotic atmosphere of the festival. All my friends, equally high, joined in with makeshift instruments fashioned from beer cans and plastic cups, adding to the unconventional symphony. Unaware of the amused stares and giggles from onlookers, I was lost in his own world, convinced I was serenading the crowd with the next blues sensation, fueled by the spirit of Jack White.

As the impromptu jam session reached its crescendo, my moment in the spotlight came to an abrupt end when security, chuckling but firm, escorted our merry band away from the backstage area. Despite the abrupt conclusion, the memory of this bluesy escapade would forever remain a hilarious highlight of that fateful music festival, a tale told and retold with laughter among friends for years to come.

As the sweet scent of adventure hung in the air, I found myself perched on the edge of my bedroom window sill, gazing out at the moonlit world below. My heart raced with excitement as I took one final, exhilarating puff from the forbidden joint. Just then, a creaking sound echoed down the hallway—my heart plummeted. The door to my room swung open, and there stood my parents, their eyes widening in shock. Panic surged through me, but the universe must have been on my side that night because in that very moment, the smoke detector in the kitchen went off, and they were swiftly diverted from my hasty escapade. With a sigh of relief, I quickly extinguished the joint and promised myself that next time, I’d find a less precarious spot for my late-night adventures.

I was super stones watching Debbie Harry step out of a helicopter, whose churning blades caused a tropical-storm-sized wind, and walk on stage as Blondie performed at Gulfstream Park Horse Racing and Casino

As the sweet scent of adventure hung in the air, I found myself perched on the edge of my bedroom window sill, gazing out at the moonlit world below. My heart raced with excitement as I took one final, exhilarating puff from the forbidden joint. Just then, a creaking sound echoed down the hallway—my heart plummeted. The door to my room swung open, and there stood my parents, their eyes widening in shock. Panic surged through me, but the universe must have been on my side that night because in that very moment, the smoke detector in the kitchen went off, and they were swiftly diverted from my hasty escapade. With a sigh of relief, I quickly extinguished the joint and promised myself that next time, I’d find a less precarious spot for my late-night adventures.

I remember eating an edible just before seeing Queens of the stone age back in 2018. That was an amazing show. After the show I was so hungry I scarfed down a poutine!

I boarded an airplane once as high as the sky. I glanced up and saw the most beautiful women boarding the plane. I realized she was walking straight toward my seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right next to me. Eager to strike up a conversation I blurted out—-Business trip or Pleasure?

She turned to me and said Business. I’m going to the annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.

Struggling to maintain my composure I asked what is your business at the convention?

She said “Lecture” She uses information that she learned from personal experiences to debunk some popular myths about sexuality.

I asked what Myths?

She explained one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is Native Americans who are the most likely to possess that trait. another Myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Mexican Descent who are the best, she also explained that she believes that lovers with absolutely the best stamina is the southern Redneck.

Then she got quite and apologized. She said I should not be discussing all of this with you . I do not even know your name.

Still in a very high state I told her my name is Tonto Gonzales, but my friends call me Bubba.

i got nothing cause theres a lot i don’t remember after 50+ stoner years. Timothy B has my vote. Ha, didn’t turn the oven on. I can’t believe they even remembered the pizza in the oven. i’ll bet they ate it frozen.

One time my buddy and I tossed a pizza into the oven and then headed outside to spark up. We decided to go for a blunt walk. About 10 minutes into it, one of us remembered we’d put a pizza in the oven and we sprinted the whole way back to the house.

The pizza was fine; we never turned the oven on.