my moran brother just rolled the worst epic fail blunt ever. not only was it as loose as christina aguilera's cervix, but he actually left some of the fuckin tobacco from the swisher on there!! i was like wtf dude kill self immed

this was so bad i had 2 tell a friend about it, and i was shocked when he informed me thats its actually a relatively common practice 4 people 2 roll blunts WITH some of the tobacco from the cigar still in there. is this true?!?!? can this be? and if so...

Whay would anybody be dumb enough 2 waste weed by disgracing a blunt with cigar tobacco? seems like a total epic fail move 2 me

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When did you get back I missed you!

pretty common but your brothers still a punk bish

This one time in college I was in my dorm room with two other guys and we're drinking.

Our room was set up such that, we built our own bunk beds. At the end of the bunk beds we had our two desks pushed together in an L and the computer was on there. Right next to that we had bought a love seat, a really comfy love seat, that had no back to it, and in front of it was one of those blue trunks with metal around the edges. My boys were sitting on the love seat and I was at the desk on the computer playing tetris.

We had been pulling bong hits for the past two hours and were needless to say, fucked up. Well my roommate comes back and has decided to try to sneak two girls up to the room and he was so shit faced that he did such a shitty job of sneaking them in... campus police saw him and followed him up to our room... where we were under aged drinking and doing bong hits.

So less than 30 seconds after my roommate comes in with the girls, campus security knocks on the door. The bong was sitting on top of the trunk (a Tobacco Master, clear plastic). I need to sidebar for a second here and explain the two guys sitting on the couch. Guy #1, I'll call him Chuck, was directly to my left. Cool guy from NJ who is about 5'7", 175/180, and totally hilarious. Guy #2, I'll call him Bob, was directly to Chuck's left on the love seat. Bob is about 6'4", 250/260, and a total stoner from NE.

So, the cops bust in, we've got a case and a half in the fridge, two bottles of Jager that were sent from Italy, and actually had opium in the bottles... and a QP of pot in the trunk, and the bong sitting out.

Bob grabs the bong and puts it on the floor behind the trunk as they cops come in the door. Chaos starts to ensue as they look in our fridge and realize that we are all 18 and 19 years old. During the Chaos, Bob stands up and tips over the bong as he does it (purposely). At this point Chuck catches the bong in the crook of his ankle as Bob goes and puts his 6'4" frame between the cops and Chuck and I in the back of the room. When Bob gets in the way, Chuck grabs the bong and hands it to me, and I hide it in the L of the desks, out of view.

At this point the cops want everyone to come downstairs. They have taken the Jager and the beer and want everyone to come downstairs. There were so many people, because our dorm had come to life with all the commotion. I told the cop that I wanted to secure my room before I came down stairs and the idiot actually left me there with the room.

While everyone walked down the steps to the first floor (we were on the third floor), I ran into the room and took the bong, the pot, and one bottle of Jager, and went into the bathroom. We lived in a converted female dorm so we had bathtubs in there that no one used. I went into one of the stalls and put everything in there and shut the curtain, locked the stall and went downstairs after locking my room.

Sure enough, they took my drunk ass roommate back up to the room and searched with him there. They came up with nothing other than the beer and one bottle of Jager. My roommate was stunned and confused, but never said a word about it. They came back downstairs and wrote everyone up, gave us all speeches, etc. and let us go back up stairs.

All that garbage took like 2 hours to clean up and when we got back upstairs my now sobered up roommate asked WTF happened to the bong and pot. I laughed my ass off as he told me they made him open his trunk and looked behind the couch where we normally stored the bong. Basically we would have been fucked.

So I lead everyone into the bathroom and climbed back under the stall, unlocked it, and let them all in as I opened the curtain.

Within 10 minutes we were hitting the bong and taking shots of Jager back in the room.

Ahh, good times.

lololol jester awesome story

they had computers when you were in college? i thought you were old as hell



well, i hadn't seen that picture for a long time, maybe you don't look as old as i thought, but i imagine your computer was like this

Yea, we had them... it was like a 586 and we ran DOS for an OS.

Got on the internet with Prodigy service. Ahh, good times. The year was 1992 and I was a freshman in college.

I'm an old hippie. Learn to roll a joint you ballers.

lolz. wow thats nasty. but im thinkin this

Whay would anybody be dumb enough 2 waste weed by putting it in a blunt

Like every coffee shop in amsterdam sells prerolled joints and they all have tobacco in em

yichhhk. my older bro has been there 3 times now that piece of crap

lol@ smokin l's while drivin. man im way too paranoid to do that anymore. i make my dealer come to me and i almost never have bud on me

286, 1988 freshmen.

good days.

jester ftw. great story.