S&MPenguin

An old friend of mine who now lives out of state was in the area visiting family and he called me up wanting to get together. He was staying with his sister who lives way the fuck out in the sticks so I told me and few other friends would ride down and we could catch up (smoke some weed), drink a few beers (smoke some weed), grill up some meat (smoke some weed), maybe start a fire (smoke some weed), and smoke some weed (smoke some weed). So we filled the cooler full of red meat and beer, stopped at the store to pick up some more beer, ice, and a couple boxes of dutches and headed towards the cut.

We rode for a ways and made a turn off the interstate and hit the back roads through the country where your free to have open containers and blaze dope without fear
of the fuzz (basicly). Psst,psst,psst went the sound of freedom and a call was made for a match on a blunt. A humerous little conflict broke out in the back seat with one friend accusing the other of failing to properly meet the match and how he had been doing that a lot lately. This led to pissing match with more weed getting thrown in untill finaly it came down "Fuck it, let's throw some hash on it". Just the weed the two of them threw in was more then sufficant for a nice sized blunt, add what I was throwing in, and the hash on top of that and we were all about to get real fucked up.

So I rolled up and the blunt made a couple of rotations when I take take notice that we're not where we were suppose to be. I forgot my girl only vaguely knew where we were going and I was suppose to be playing navigator. I inform her that we missed our turn but it's okay because I knew another way and tell her to keep on driving. The blunt continued it rotation and I became super stoned. Being so high I became all spaced out on the way the sunlight was spreading out over the open landscape and once again we missed our fucking turn. My girl asked if we should turn around but I tell there was no need because I knew yet another way that was a couple miles up the road.

So on we go with my high ass really concentrating this time trying to make sure we don't miss our turn. We came up to what looked like our turn, but it was on the wrong side of the road...or was it? Not quite sure I let us pass without saying anything and we continued on. When no turn that looked right presented itself I became more and more certain we should of made the right turn and at this point I wasn't exactly sure where we were. Not about to admit that I let us keep on riding for a ways until my girl finally asked "Where is this left we're suppose to make?". Which forces me to tell her we may of passed it and it may have been on the right and not a left. "So where the fuck are we then?"

I could tell she was getting real fed up with me and my shitty navigation skills so telling her straight up I didn't know where the fuck we were wasn't going fly too well. Then god presented me with a sign. "Haha, I don't where we are now but take this left and go 7 miles and I'll know exactly where we are.". We reach the main street of this small little town (where the post office and credit union are and that's about it) and I got my bearings back, it was just a short (long) trip around the mountian on a small curvy ass road much to the amusement of my girl (not really) and we were back on track. We got there late but we did get there and everyone had a whole lot of fun (smoked some weed).

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I think the Indians had the right idea making a peace pipe out of a hatchet. Either we can be cool and smoke some shit or you can meet the other end. Watch how you pass it.