So the saga continues.
Me and some buddies of mine were chillin at my house. This was during a phase in our lives where we had access to a ******** of spice (the artificial weed stuff), so we were smoking a bunch of that this day. One of my friends was a little on the big side, he was around 200+ lbs. He was feeling courageous, so we packed a fat ass bowl of spice into my 2ft bong for him. He rips the entire bowl in one big old hit, chalked the bong up all milky white, and clears the whole thing. He starts coughin his ass off, exhales, then starts laughing about it. He goes to stand up (he was sitting), goes to walk out of my room, and passes out in my doorway. This fat ****** was blocking my entire doorway, and no one else could leave the room. So we start kicking him, yelling at him "Get up Chicken ******!" (that was his nickname, I'll explain the origins to that in another tale). Eventually he gets up, and stumbles into the next room where my sis' bed was, and passes out on it. Not even 5 minutes later, he gets up to vomit, and I **** you not, his vomit looked just like a big ass loaf of cornbread. Grossest ****** thing I ever seen in my life. So we started yellin at him more, "Holy **** *************, when'd you eat cornbread?!". And bad news, my mom was gonna be there in about 5 mins. So I grabbed a plastic grocery bag, and made him pick that cornbread/puke up. I decided right then and there to never smoke that spice **** again man. Let that be a lesson to y'all, "Spice is bad, mkay?"