I had smoked weed a few times before with little or no effect. Then once I was on a trip to Austin with two close friends, D and R. We were staying at R's grandparent's house and we had bought about an ounce for fifteen dollars(no exaggeration). We had no pipe or papers so we tore off some pages out of the phone book and rolled two fat joints. I decided to give smoking another shot, so I was hitting it and holding it in for a long time. After four of five real nice hits I started getting a pleasant feeling in my head. I couldn't keep this silly little grin off my face and everything seemed very amusing to me. We were just chilling and laughing at everything anyone would say. Then R's grandmother came out and told us to come inside and go to bed. Luckily she didn't smell the mass amounts of grass we were smoking. We told her we would come inside in a minute. We extinguished the joints and sat while R smoked a cigarette. I then said, "I'm glad she went inside or I would have had to tell her, 'Hey, R's grandma, go inside!'" Of course I was joking and we all thought it was hilarious for some reason. I repeated it probably three or four times until it lost it's comical value. We went inside and tried to sleep, but we couldn't stop talking and laughing. D almost fell asleep until I said something to him. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Oh shit, I thought you were my mom." We started cracking up all over again. R's grandpa then yelled from the other side of the house that R needed to go sleep in the other room because we were being too loud. He followed the orders and we all drifted off to sleep. That was almost three years ago and we still laugh about this story once in a while.
