Everyone has them. These are simply times where the words "WTF" arn't enough but "Jesus flippin christ" seems a bit excessive. Ever wake up completely clothed when you thought you went to bed half-dressed? or hear that your next door neighbor has a dead horse in their backyard? Or Maybe you find a winning scratch game ticket for $20, only to find its a year expired? All of those have happened to me, and things have always become a little weirder the next time.
Just today I was driving home and saw someones car on fire, with everybody else just using an extra lane to go around it. Everything that happened was entirely real and occuring, but felt so unreal and offbeat that it takes just a bit longer to process. So post your most unreal, strange, and surreal experiences, and see how your most offbeat days compare to other peoples.
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three days ago we were spending the night at our mountain house up in Frisco (I live in colorado). We don't own the mountain house, its actually our cousins, who share it with us every winter. In the off-season, the mountain house is rented to random couples wanting to stay and do stuff in colorado. We came to the house for the first time this season, and everything seems in place. Theres a small basement in the house where I normally sleep, and shortly after getting there I drop my stuff off in a small room next to it. As I was just entering the room, I smell a slight scent of marijuana. I figured the people we rented it to last mustve smoked, so I get some febreeze and spray it around to hide the scent, and so theres no trouble. I get my stuff on and our family goes skiing for the day.
When I get home, I see the smell is still in the room, and I spray some more febreeze. Less then 30 minutes I could smell the smell again, and I follow it to under the bed, where I find one of the biggest bags of -weed- spilled all over the floor. Think large ziplock bag filled to 75%, but with 10% of that on the thick carpet. this stuff was some of the most pungent things Ive ever come across, but the liner around the bed was so thick and the pot so concentrated in one spot (mostly around the bag) that only me and my sister could immediately place the smell. I packed up most of it and put it in my suitcase, and cleaned up part of the floor where the stink had really settled in. I had to split it with my sister and two cousins, but the amount of pot I had left was still more then enough to last me until 420.
good day. :cheers:
Thats all I can really say for now, but I want to know what some other people have to say.
Just today I was driving home and saw someones car on fire, with everybody else just using an extra lane to go around it. Everything that happened was entirely real and occuring, but felt so unreal and offbeat that it takes just a bit longer to process. So post your most unreal, strange, and surreal experiences, and see how your most offbeat days compare to other peoples.
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three days ago we were spending the night at our mountain house up in Frisco (I live in colorado). We don't own the mountain house, its actually our cousins, who share it with us every winter. In the off-season, the mountain house is rented to random couples wanting to stay and do stuff in colorado. We came to the house for the first time this season, and everything seems in place. Theres a small basement in the house where I normally sleep, and shortly after getting there I drop my stuff off in a small room next to it. As I was just entering the room, I smell a slight scent of marijuana. I figured the people we rented it to last mustve smoked, so I get some febreeze and spray it around to hide the scent, and so theres no trouble. I get my stuff on and our family goes skiing for the day.
When I get home, I see the smell is still in the room, and I spray some more febreeze. Less then 30 minutes I could smell the smell again, and I follow it to under the bed, where I find one of the biggest bags of -weed- spilled all over the floor. Think large ziplock bag filled to 75%, but with 10% of that on the thick carpet. this stuff was some of the most pungent things Ive ever come across, but the liner around the bed was so thick and the pot so concentrated in one spot (mostly around the bag) that only me and my sister could immediately place the smell. I packed up most of it and put it in my suitcase, and cleaned up part of the floor where the stink had really settled in. I had to split it with my sister and two cousins, but the amount of pot I had left was still more then enough to last me until 420.
good day. :cheers:
Thats all I can really say for now, but I want to know what some other people have to say.
