I just found out that this guy I dated for two years had been peeing in cups and placing them around his bedroom because he was always too stoned to get up and use the bathroom that was located eight feet away. As someone who smokes weed herself from time to time, I’m gonna say a heady combination of both. On 4/20, we cooked a giant batch of pot-brownies, but then headed off to a friend’s house, since her roommate wasn’t “green-friendly.” About an hour later, my girlfriend started getting frantic text messages: we’d left a couple brownies behind and her date had innocently eaten them. She had to coax him out and drive him home mid-meal. I would go to his shows, tell him that I loved his band, and strongly intimate that I loved him too. Mackenzie was a smart, funny, laid-back girl I dated in college.I’m the kind of idiot who has dated not one but two pot dealers. The dynamic between the three of us never really recovered after that. He was always stoned, and if he wasn’t eating wasabi peas with his shirt off on the floor, he was having a “dark spell.” Usually a dark spell consisted of a deep stare and a story about various bloodcurdling things. They’re from the prisons.” I said, “Yeah, that’s sad,” to which he responded, “Let’s go dig one up.” I declined, and he got really upset. She smoked a lot of pot, which wasn’t my thing, but I figured if it didn’t interfere with her grades or life, it wasn’t a big deal. Then I found out from friends that she was in fact, the kingpin drug dealer of the school. I was really on the straight and narrow until I met him, but as our relationship got more serious, so did my dependence on weed, kind of a pre-req for being around him.I was excited that my new thing, red-mustang Ernie, was going to make an appearance. A little high, I took him inside to introduce him to my sister and friends but got distracted.Chatting it up with this girl Katie, I overhead Ernie’s distinctive dopey voice mumble the words, “So, you wanna show me your bedroom?Online dating can be difficult for women The AARP also says that seniors are a common target of these scams.
I wasn’t really into him, because he was a stoner and worse, a ginger.
Apparently, an angel had formed in the clouds and had spoken to her.
She then told me, at length, about the “new” ideas she was having concerning marijuana and spirituality.
She said she’d realized that the way to communicate with the Holy Trinity was through getting stoned, and then outlined a complicated method of accessing God through prayerful toking.
The funny thing was, she was acting like she was privy to these amazing ideas no one had ever had before, and was getting all excited about sharing her religious message with a spiritually deprived world. It’s called Rastafarianism.” The last girl I was in love with was a pothead. I once dated someone who would smoke a couple nights a week.