Weedburp

There was trance music pumping on the sound system. The TV was on, turned to Zee Café, the only watchable channel available. The room was filled with the smell of fresh weed, as five guys smoked their way into infinity. We danced, we had interesting stoner talk (interesting for stoners that is), I don’t know if it would be utter stupidity for sober people. We watched the tube for a bit, laughing at Jay Leno and the Friends. It was good. A good way to spend the holidays; smoking up with friends in a faraway place. That’s the way to go.

Our conversation hit highs and then they hit lows. Arguments were formed, laughter was natural, and idiots were hounded, including me. Then everything went quiet, as we reached the plateau and switched to auto pilot mood. Letting the environment take its toll, I sat back and relaxed my tired muscles, watching my friends’ stoned behavior. It was enjoyable to watch. My mind went through a volley of thoughts and then suddenly I burped.

Loud and clear over the noise that was in the room.

Everyone looked at me and laughed. But the best thing was that when I burped 2 puffs of smoke rushed out of my mouth. It was a good 20 minutes after I had my last joint, and here I am burping smoke. I don’t know if its normal, but I was a weedburp virgin. Until I lost it on that beautiful night in a hotel room with four other guys. Don’t sound too good when I say it like that huh? Kinda demeans my sexual orientation, if I should say so myself.

I started laughing, my friends hadn’t seen the smoke but they were laughing for no reason. They were stoned, don’t judge them. I tasted the nice ganja with that burp, and the smoke coming out was just an amusing experience. I tried to burp again, but couldn’t get it done.

When I told my friends they didn’t believe me, but I was like DUDES, ITS FUCKING TRUE!

Believe that.

(Burp)

Oh yeah, almost forgot, Subha Aluth Avruddak Weva, Ladies and Gentlemen!

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