If someone gave me a nickle for everytime I did this I would be a fuckin millionaire...it grew wild where I lived when I grew up in buck fuck Indiana.

Upstairs from me this lady had a couple of pot plants. One night a friend who had been visiting me took one of them off her balcony. What a nerve

saintsation said:

My dad works for the telephone company and climbs up poles and whatnot. One day, him and his work partner(who smoked weed constantly while at work) were up these 2 poles that were in peoples back yards. The pole were about 50 yards apart. My dad saw his partner scramble down the pole and go out to his work truck. He quickly came back with a "grunt bag" A grunt bag is a pretty damn big canvas utility bag. U can fit A LOT of shit in these things. My dad was expecting him to come back up the pole right away. But instead his partner was on pause somewhere and my dad couldn't see him. Then he said all the sudden his partner popped up the pole with the grunt ba CHOCK FULL AND OVERFLOWING WITH FRESH WEED TOPS. They finished the job and headed back to their seperate work trucks and as my dads partner passed the front of the house, the owner came running out trying to claim his weed from outta the grunt bag but my dad's partner just rushed away and into his car. The homeowner couldn't do much cuz it was weed anyways and couldn't call the cops saying this guy stole my weed.

It's difficult for me to fathom as an occasional weed smoker how much weed musta been in that canvas bag. Must have lasted that fool a couple of months or so.