xcyraxx
Well-Known Member
Since i believe in this myth (and strangly no others) i wanted to give you two examples of shit going down when a white lighter was present.
numero uno. I am probibly the safest person with my weed which includes learning your way around the law. but my brother is an idiot that also likes to buy white lighters. We get pulled over for having our headlights off while pulling out of a lit gas station lol. Anyways i was chilling while my brother went through the ticket process meanwhile theres about an 8th in the dash. so the cop leaves to his car to finish what ever those evil people do back there. and my brother starts flipping out and telling my to open the glovebox (locked so its safe) and hide it somewhere. i refuse reassuring him hes an idiot. Im sitting ever so calmly while my brother keeps repeating himself when a second cop walks up to my window and says "we heard, give it to us." FUCKED.
numero dues. Watching ESPN like a real man, when breaking news "McNabb has been switched to the redskins". The greatest news i have ever heard. So i roll a fat ass blunt for celebration. I reach to dry the blunt with a white lighter and within 10 seconds i realize im holding satans dick in my hand. So i throw it down and open my night stand to look for a lighter, put the blunts and knife and grinder and everything back. and as i open the door. I SWEAR TO GOD. One of my pieces flies out from the nightstand and lands like 3 feet away broken. Me and my friend just sit there lookin at it like this is some serious myth shit lol...
numero tre. well in conclusion to that night im sure i cursed my beloved Redskins as well.
and i can garantee all of you have a story and i wanna hear them
numero uno. I am probibly the safest person with my weed which includes learning your way around the law. but my brother is an idiot that also likes to buy white lighters. We get pulled over for having our headlights off while pulling out of a lit gas station lol. Anyways i was chilling while my brother went through the ticket process meanwhile theres about an 8th in the dash. so the cop leaves to his car to finish what ever those evil people do back there. and my brother starts flipping out and telling my to open the glovebox (locked so its safe) and hide it somewhere. i refuse reassuring him hes an idiot. Im sitting ever so calmly while my brother keeps repeating himself when a second cop walks up to my window and says "we heard, give it to us." FUCKED.
numero dues. Watching ESPN like a real man, when breaking news "McNabb has been switched to the redskins". The greatest news i have ever heard. So i roll a fat ass blunt for celebration. I reach to dry the blunt with a white lighter and within 10 seconds i realize im holding satans dick in my hand. So i throw it down and open my night stand to look for a lighter, put the blunts and knife and grinder and everything back. and as i open the door. I SWEAR TO GOD. One of my pieces flies out from the nightstand and lands like 3 feet away broken. Me and my friend just sit there lookin at it like this is some serious myth shit lol...
numero tre. well in conclusion to that night im sure i cursed my beloved Redskins as well.
and i can garantee all of you have a story and i wanna hear them