My First Time Getting High with StonerDays

My First Time Getting High with StonerDays

I can remember the feeling of wonderment just like it was yesterday. The sweet and pungent smell of Durban Poison was in the air. I was getting “high.” For the first time in my life I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.

This entire encounter began and ended as a solo mission, my previously virgin and un-stoned fingers researching the effects of Cannabis Sativa and finding the answers to questions that I never even knew I had. From then on I was determined to get stoned. To my amazement and equal satisfaction the preparation for the first day of the rest of my life was surprisingly… easy.

My First Time Getting High with StonerDays

I made my requests known, strolled down to the nearest gas station, grabbed some Garcia Vegas and was on my way like a true champ.

There wasn’t much thought for a vibe going into this whole thing. Once the blunt was lit (and no where near pearled). I was pulled into a vibe like trance. Surrounding my inner and outer being. Slowly but surely helping me find the me this pot-head always wanted to be.

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Once The feeling of deep inhales became somewhat familiar to me sprawled out on my futon soul ablaze. The coughs and rough chokes that followed seemed a fair price to pay for heaven. There was a peace floating around the walls of my room through the blankets of smoke I was creating. My thoughts were full of adventure, and laughter in my heart. I’ll never forget the day I met the best friend of my lifetime in a healing herb and love to remember it fondly.

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Gently placing the roach in my brand new shiny Bob Marley ash tray. There was only one resonating though in my faded mind….I gotta get more of this stuff!

The Ancient History of Cannabis


Weed Let’s Get Real

Let’s face it. We all get caught up in the hype of calling it some romantic name like cannabis, marijuana ganja. We all get caught up in the cannabis jobs. We end up thinking that what we are doing is so special. That no one has ever done with before. We hold are heads high roll the prettiest blunts, pack the biggest bowls and blow clouds the size of hurricanes for the world to see. Our ultra ego says. Hey check me out I’m fucking awesome. But really…. Its just weed. And thousands of people have been doing what we are doing today years and years before us. And even before some of us were even created. So why do we think we are so special. Why do we think that right now. We are the first humans to ever think of making a rose joint. Or a 6 foot bong? Why do we forget that we are only one small part of a very large puzzle?


Alter ego. Every human that walks this earth has thought that they are the shit. That they are doing something that no one else has ever thought of. And we praise ourselves. We praise ourselves for our creativity, our drive, or vision. We walk with an entitlement. And are we wrong to do so? No not at all. Our alter ego is what people use to get to top. It’s what feeds our souls. It’s what encourages us to create a world worth fighting for. Without it. We would all walk the world as the person next to us. Identical. But we must not forget the people before us who created the path that we decide to walk on. And add to. We know the names of Cheech & Chong basically the godfathers of cannabis. We know Snoop Dogg, WIz Khalifa ( who has his own strain of weed) & Bob Marley. But who are the great ones before them?

Chinese Emperor Shennung: Found cannabis in 2727 B.C. The name transfers to “Divine Farmer ” or ” Agriculture God”. Quite cliche that he found cannabis. He was known for his medical work in herbs, plants, agriculture and died from his own experiments on himself. It is said he ate a stem of a yellow weed and his intestines burst before he could drink his antidote.

the-ancient-history-of-cannabis herdodtusGreek & Roman: Translation from Latin to old Arabic to old English gets a little confusing. Dates from 500B.C to 350 A.D. It can be hard to tell what exactly they were referring too in the scrips. BUT nontheless there are a few scripps from the ancient texts that do come back to “cannabis”.

HERDODTUS ( THE GREEK HISTORIAN 490-425B.C) He was the first to talk about cannabis in western literature. But the down fall. He was also the most misquoted. 

PLINY( THE ELDER 77AD) – Most known for his work with cannabis. He found it as an healing remedy for muscle pain & headaches.

Africa: In my research i did not come across a name for who found cannabis in Africa. But what i did find is that it was definitely used. Not only was it used but it was sold at local farmers markets & you could find postcards with paintings of people holding and smoking cannabis. Where did it all go wrong? another topic of another day. Evidence from 1300 BCE – Pollen collected from lake sediments and hemp fiber found in tombs. Cannabis found in Madagascar as old as 300 BCE and all the way to Kenya 1500 CE.

As for us not going into 2019 ( article written in December 2018). We are NOW just making cannabis legal. We are NOW just creating medical cannabis for many countries around the world. It seems so surreal that you could walk around a famers market and pick up hemp without a care. Or buy a postcard with a person smoking it up. Write “happy birthday blaze up”. We seem to forget who the real FATHERS of cannabis are and what they did to bring it to life. As we continue to legalize cannabis world wide lets not forget who were the founders of the plant and what they did for us. And the struggles they overcome. Lets step our ego back and pay some homage to the fathers before us.

Writer: Megan Thiesen

What Cannabis Has Done For Me: Real Stoner Stories

What Cannabis Has Done For Me

Writer: Megan Thiessen

I almost feel like i am “just coming out of the closet” just now About this subject. I’ve been smoking cannabis since i was 16 years old. What cannabis has done for me has been great. I still remember the first time getting high. Early teens it was the drug of choice it was easy to get. It made you feel good. Enhanced the joy of being young. Into the later teens 18-19 i tried other drugs. Definitely wouldn’t say that weed was the gateway drug. I wanted to try i – was curious about the effects. There was a moment in my life where i only smoked weed quit drinking & other drugs. I found myself at peace and ease with everything. When i started drinking again. I noticed how irritable i would get. So i quit drinking. But the other drugs still made me crazy. Weed mellowed me but i was still willd on the other drugs.

Early 20s i moved to a small ski town Fernie BC. I say my life started when i moved.

So you ask what cannabis has done for me? I learned so much about myself and drugs / alcohol. I continued to smoke on and off drink on and off. Just figuring myself out. It wasn’t until i found out i was pregnant – where i really started to understand myself and drugs even drinking. It wasn’t just the fact that I was a single mum. And waking up with a hangover to a tireless kid made me want to hang myself. It was a wake up call to myself. I now needed to care for myself in such away, so that i could be the best version of myself for my kid. As much as i liked a good dance night or festival i was now more cautious about what i put in my body, and what the effects of it was.

What Cannabis Has Done For Me
What Cannabis Has Done For Me

When i had my son i quit smoking weed – My mind was all about learning how to be a mum, make a new foundation. That first year I worked hard. I took some online classes, received certificates and diploma in health. I put a lot of focus on creating a healthy active & positive foundations for myself and son.

After the first year i started to smoke up here and there it was “mums night out thing”.

I would secretly smoke up when I was out for the night no kid no cares. I later called this the “closet smoker”. The more i smoked the more i could feel the effects it had.

Not only was feeling the obvious effects. Relaxed, easy, energized. But i was starting to feel more creative. My curious. My nutrition was better, yoga level increased. I continued to challenge myself and write 2 short story’s a day. What cannabis has done for me is make me a better person!

What Cannabis Has Done For Me

There’s this social stigma with cannabis. If you smoke it it makes you lazy. It can make you lazy if you choose to make it that way. If you channel your energy and use its benefits to drive you to be the best you can be. Then you will never become a “lazy pothead”. Cannabis for me has been an eye opener. It’s helped give me a zest for knowledge in all kinds of subjects.

Cannabis has given me a new zest for knowledge in subjects i’m most interested in. It’s helped me improve my nutrition by using taste buds to create healthy meals. Mary Jane helped me slow down when i come to my yoga mat – helping me focus on things that we take for granted like breathing. Its helped me see from a child’s eyes – i will never say cannabis makes me a better mum. But it allows me to stay in a “childlike” mind set for longer. Letting me let go of the messy house or not having things perfect. It just lets me play and enjoy that time with my son. I’m not just a cannabis user i’m a cannabis creative enthusiast.

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Pot Like a Boss


Pot Like a Boss

The idea of stoners/potheads is not what it use to be. Times have changed and so have the views, but some views are still the same. Some people still believe “pot-heads” are like that show “The 70’s Show”. Just a bunch of kids hanging out not doing much. And for some, that idea isn’t too far off but for some it was quite the opposite. When I hit my early teens I was introduced to pot – it was around christmas time and I was with my older brother. That was the first time I’ve ever smoked weed. I remember it hit me like ton of bricks.

Burning my lungs making me cough until I thought I was doing to die. Then I sat and laughed way to much about everything, everything was funny. My brothers friend drove me home, where I continued to the kitchen and then somehow made it to my bed without waking my parents and passed out. From there the cycle never really changed – I would get high have a burst of energy, the giggles, the munchies, and then the dreaded burn out. Moving into my late teens I took time away. Would come back here and there. One phase in my life where all I did was smoke weed and quit drinking and other drugs. The only thing that seemed to change was my tolerance, I was able to stay up more and the burn out get easier to deal with.

When I moved to Fernie BC a small ski town. I quit for about 3 seasons. I never bought it but if it was offered I would toke up. When I started smoking again I learned how to smoke and work. In other words “ pot like a boss”. Everyone did it – they would wake up take a toke while the coffee was brewing, get on with the day. If that was going to work, heading to the ski hill or getting ready for a bike ride.

As the seasons pasted, I continued to smoke up and do my thing. When I moved back home, had my son and returned to the work world was when I started toking up again. I took a year after the birth of my son. The reasoning was different it was to help with anxiety, stress, made the single working mom lifestyle seem a little more easier. As I started to create my business, branched off to other work, blog writing, radio work. Pot become a health benefit as well as a creative opener. I could feel it opening & expanding my mind when I started to work. The possibilities were endless. I could feel magic being created while I worked away. I’ve said it before pot will never make me a better person, but it does help me create a better artistic result. Which is more than 80% of my work.

I created this for a few different reasons. To tell you that it can be done!

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You can toke up and not sit on your ass all day long. Bending to the social stigma. To encourage you to activate the creative parts of you. To encourage you to use pot for its benefits not to just look “cool” or solely for the purpose that you like to get high. We are at such a beautiful time where we can speak out about the things we believe/ love. People are coming together, creating communities that support and educate. We can change the idea the social stigma others have on pot. But in order to change the minds of others, we must first change ourselves.

Writer: Megan Thiessen Lethbridge AB Canada- Soul Health Studio 101

Stoner Jobs: An Inside Profile At Firefly


Stoner Jobs: An Inside Profile At Firefly

Having at least one or two stoner internships before getting a real job seems normal. Leading into the summer of ‘15, I definitely felt like I had to get out there and have my own internship. It sounds a little bit ridiculous right, but that’s truly what I was thinking during my first year of college.

I searched around and spoke to some connections through my mom, and eventually found an internship. But, this was not the job that I ever dreamed I would have had. The company was Firefly, an SF-based vaporizer start-up

I went to high school in the bay area, so I had quite a bit of exposure to stoners and I thought I knew a lot about the industry. But after working for Firefly I realized just how wrong I was.

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Now I want to share with you what I saw and learned about the industry from the inside. This article is about being a teenager and seeing the industry from the inside of one of the most technologically advanced companies in the business. I went from having a normal street education to actually knowing the truth of the legal dope industry.

What do I mean by the truth? Well for example, golden clear wax isn’t actually the best. The best wax is red gold and totally see through. But that’s for another time. Let me take you back to before summer.

When I met the founder of a vaporizer company at a business seminar I was pretty excited. Mark and I really kicked it off, and I ended up having an interview with Firefly to be their intern. And to my surprise, I got the job.

Now, at this point, I had never been to keen on vaporizers. Sure, there were like 5 kids that owned Pax’s on my floor in the dorms, but hitting a Pax is no fun. It’s basically an overpriced, ,simple, and flashy vaporizer . In my opinion, it’s best suited for girls who like weed but not smoking it, or for people that want something that looks ‘cute’.

But still, I didn’t have to like the product, I just had to work with it. I honestly had no clue what to expect. Was I going into an office that was seshing all day? Was I going to be working with fat stoners? I certainly hoped so! Well, it ended up being the opposite. I wouldn’t even see weed in the office until two months into my internship! I was working with real professionals. Take this for instance, one of our co-founders, Mark Williams was one of the lead product designers for Mac OS software until he joined the vaporizer industry. Yea, so this was legit shit.

The thing that I loved from the very start was how seriously they took me. I was basically given a list of projects that I had to finish. The assignments ranged all over the place and were really interesting. I had/have to catalogue every dispensary in California, Oregon, Washington, and Colorado, I had to go through a modeling catalogue and write about all the up and coming talent:), I also had to find a ton of popular weed instagrams to work with on advertising. And that’s just a small snippet of my work, not even including going to dispensaries all over the bay area.

Have you ever seen the backroom of a stoners dispensary? Literally pounds of fire weed everywhere.

My third day on the job a coworker and I headed down to SPARC, a dispensary that we really like and work closely with. It’s an incredible place, really clean, high end, and friendly. They have a lounge with Volcano Vaporizers and Fireflys to use, and once a month they even have live jazz to vape to!

Places like Sparc were another cool perk about Firefly. Firefly doesn’t waste time on mediocre (I don’t want no mediocre, from the head to the toe they so far from mediocre). We literally only work with the most high end places you can think of. Sparc and Apothecarium in SF, Native Roots in Colorado, and Nectar in Portland, just to give you an idea.

That day we were at Sparc to teach the budtenders how to properly use the Firefly (it was fun smoking people out all day), because if you don’t have proper instruction, it can be a challenge. For instance, a lot of people will finely grind their weed but the Firefly works better with a coarse grind.

It’s built with a dynamic convection system. Currently, every other portable vape uses conduction to vape which has a pretty high risk for combustion and loss of active ingredients in the plant. Not exactly the smartest way to vape.

You put weed in the oven and it heats the metal up which burns the weed. Firefly’s convection system heats up the air that passes over the herb, giving you real vapor. That’s why you want to have a coarse grind, so that the air can flow through the bowl smoothly.

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This dynamic convection system has a lot more implications than you think. The reason it was made like this is to give the user the “full plant experience”.

This is one of those things that average stoners just don’t get, but will become well known in a few years.

From Strawberry Cough to Trainwreck, every cannabis strain has a unique blend of over 85 cannabinoids and 100 terpenoid flavors. Each of these compounds activate at a different temperature. Each strain has it’s own unique combination which results in unique flavors and effects.

Due to the fact that all these ingredients release at different boiling points that range from 200°F to a little bit above 400° F the problem becomes capturing all of them. This little dilemma is what the Firefly was built around. The Firefly only heats up when you are inhaling. Meaning that every single hit you get is going from room temperature to 400° catching every single ingredient on the way. The outcome is incredible flavor and the most pure high.

I literally did a full 180 this summer going from bong rips to vape hits because the Firefly is just the best. Remember, I was never even a vape fan to begin with, I thought it was weak shit. But the Firefly is different.

You just read my first article that didn’t even cover more than my first week in my internship. I am going to be releasing new articles throughout the year all about life with Firefly and being a young person involved. You will read some crazy stuff, like when I met a lady that was on her deathbed for ten years and then healed herself with dabs. True. You will learn the shit that companies aren’t telling you. You’ll learn about the chillest companies that are coming out. Like a dab rig that requires no setup or butane, it’s fully electrical, you just turn it on, it heats up, and you dab.

Those and many more coming soon…

CVS An Invisible Illness

CVS An Invisible Illness; By Madison T. Ortiz

To understand the entirety of my story, I feel I need to share a prequel to my personal saga

My younger brother was diagnosed with Cancer, Clear cell sarcoma of the kidney, Stage IV on May 5 1997. He just turned a year old. My family went through a lot during that time in our lives and I learned truly valuable life lessons at 4 years young. Dakota made a miraculous recovery and is a healthy young man starting his first year of college!

I am truly very thankful for the medical professionals that saved Dakota’s life. However, I have not personally had such luck in the medical professional department.
We moved to Michigan from Southern California in the middle of my first grade year. In elementary school I began complaining of stomach aches very regularly. I didn’t like to play outside with the other kids on the playground after eating lunch. In hindsight eating has been a trigger of mine for quite some time…. but most of all in elementary school I remember the beginning of my war with migraines. They happened at the same time every day and my teacher thought I was always trying to get out of his class. I loved school, and truly was sick to my stomach from migraines on a regular basis. ‘A kid with migraines that regularly? She’s lying! She wants attention. Etc etc…’


I remember always being very fragile. I was at Girl Scout camp and a friend picked me up and set me down in a way that my body didn’t agree with. That was the very first blackout I recall having. There was literally always something wrong with me. So much so that it was hard to vocalize everything to my parents and doctors properly. I vividly remember heaving every morning as I was trying to get ready for school. I was so nauseous in the mornings but didn’t know how to express it with enough severity amongst the other regular pains. The morning heaving happened so regularly, I guess I thought it was normal after a while.
I don’t know exactly when the vomiting episodes started but I vividly recall being in the middle of a children’s choir rehearsal’s snack time, sippin’ on a juice box, when suddenly the puke monster attacks out of nowhere. Similar up-chucking episodes and regular violent battles on the potty continued throughout my life in ways that seemed very random in the moment. but in hindsight became so very clear as to what triggered specific episodes, and which ones were simply part of my body’s cycle.


Beyond the basic symptoms of the disease there are unfortunate things that happen because of the regular episodes of vomiting. In High School, I was so thrilled to be involved in drama club. I was backstage one day during rehearsal and began spewing blood from my mouth. My friends eyes gazed upon me in absolute horror as I assured them this was normal for me (at that time in my life). Another memorable scene from that year was in my Graphic Design class – I felt the blood coming up in the middle of a lecture we were not supposed to interrupt, so I excused myself and before I knew it woke up on the floor of the print room covered in blood and surrounded by a scene of bloody finger smears from my fainting. My insides were so raw from my puke-monster episodes that it caused me to bleed from my mouth and in-turn scare the living shit out of anyone who witnessed it.


I was so very visibly skinny and rapidly losing weight during certain periods that I actually had adults.. TEACHERS, reaching out to me telling me I needed to “eat, or get help!” As if I wasn’t already aware I was withering away.. (This is the kind of ignorance I am sharing my story to prevent!!)

It’s hard to describe every little symptom I’ve faced in my years, but beyond the physical pain, I have struggled with much more. As many other people who identify themselves with CVS, I’ve been misdiagnosed so many times and prescribed so many drugs that I couldn’t tell them all to you if I tried. Unfortunately, my body has had bad reactions to nearly every medication I’ve taken, and I have even suffered recently from a very rare Prednisone psychosis episode after taking the drug for only a week and a half. My speech was affected for a week following the drug induced Psychosis episode. – Drugs have simply not been my friend! They have not ever given me relief in a way that some people experience. I respect everyone’s choice to medicate as they feel is best, but I know that my body’s only relief in the past 4+years has come from Medical Marijuana, which was prescribed by my family doctor after years of careful evaluation with no success and a desperate need to relieve nausea and stimulate an appetite.


Not many doctors know much about Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome, but unfortunately there are some doctors out there who literally immediately dismiss any vocalization of CVS with the mention of usage of marijuana, claiming it’s not CVS and instead Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome. I have been medicating with marijuana for the past 4 years but my symptoms began far far before my desperate reach for a puff of relief – Unfortunately some people who consider themselves medical professionals feel their quick two second assumption is cause for dismissal of an invisible beast I stare in the face every day.


I don’t like to admit this because I try to appear strong as can be, but as of where I stand today, I am in pain regularly. I wake up with nausea ranging in severity every morning and often am actually woken by several urgent zombie-like runs to the potty with uncontrollable and severely painful bowel movements. Although I vomit much less frequently in my adult life, my body still heaves rather regularly, causing me to experience the feeling and sounds of throwing up without the actual vomit. My body is weak & I have little energy, making it hard to live the life of a typical 21 year old. My triggers effect me daily so I haven’t really been able to understand what my cycle’s timing is, where as some people can mark on a calendar when they will get sick. I simply can’t entirely avoid my triggers because they are things like : Excitement (the “yay” kind and the Giggidy kind), bright lights, Anxiety, and my biggest struggle… ingesting food. I love to cook, absolutely adore food and am the huuuugest piggie when I have the brief pleasure of being graced with an appetite, but in my more adult life, no matter what I eat I feel severe pain before even finishing the meal.
I can rarely finish a plate, or even a sandwich for that matter. And if I do, it causes me to be on the potty typically immediately after. My food goes through me so quickly I am having a hard time absorbing the nutrients I need from my food. I also get nauseous and heave at the thought or smell of food in the wrong moments because my body is so very aware of the pain food causes me.

This is a novel already and if you’ve made it this far you’re surely not interested in more icky details. What you DO need to know is that there is a significant sized group of us out there who are fighting an invisible illness called #CyclicVomitingSyndrome, and we need YOUR help to spread awareness. We need understanding, education, acceptance, and a cure! Please help me and this group spread awareness by giving this post some activity. Likes and Shares are FREE, and getting the message about CVS out there is much more important than that cute cat video you just shared anyway!


I do not share this deeply personal story for pity and especially not for narrow-minded judgments (so please keep those to yourself). This is for the amazing people I have met who have given me strength to fight another day, who remind me that I’m not crazy, that I’m not alone. Love you all!


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CVS An Invisible Illness; By Madison T. Ortiz

Marijuana & Alcohol

Marijuana & Alcohol; Stoner Blog

In Colorado we are extreme. We have an abundance of craft beer breweries (more than 232!), 14,000 mile high mountains, Olympic runners, an extra need for sun block, and we are the first to have our legal weed. With our new “privilege” of being able to smoke marijuana legally and recreationally people have wondered, “should our old buddy alcohol feel threatened?” I believe the answer is no. However, we can dish it out here and look at some facts and numbers: It is anticipated that taxes on marijuana could produce $100 million annually. In fact, in the first month


Colorado made 2 million dollars in tax revenue. Colorado craft breweries are said to be one of the fastest growing industries in 2014. Marijuana is also said to be one of the fastest growing industries in 2014 (shocker). Denver’s major league field is named Coors Field. As for alcohol taxes and what they bring in each year, those numbers were harder to find. However, I did learn that alcohol is taxed by volume, not price, and it is 8 cents per gallon. This alcohol tax for Colorado is also one of the lowest in the United States. With that said, that brings me to another point…Why is marijuana taxed so highly if alcohol is not? It appears that alcohol is not taxed nearly as high as marijuana, a whopping 25% collectively along with the usually 2.9% sales tax. I think I smell a double standard.


Putting taxes aside, let us get real; alcohol and weed complement each other. They are like peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly, and Snoop Dog and his marijuana; the perfect match. In fact, I cannot remember the last time I was at a party that did not have both. Will they really compete? Will marijuana threaten alcohol sales? Nahhh, I say they will piggy back off of each other instead. And besides that, this “competition” really is not anything new. Who really believes that alcohol has not been competing (or complementing?) with the marijuana black market sales over the years, anyway? C’mon, really? Yes. For. Years. Looks like the War on Drugs had some loop holes in it.

Happy Tokin’,

Writing by: Jenn M. 😀

Marijuana & Alcohol; Stoner Blog

Police Brutality

Police Brutality; Stoner Stories

There are horror stories of people getting shaken down by the police. It’s a very frightening experience, especially when you’re not doing anything other then trying to comply with their demands. The following story was submitted anonymously by a reader who had a traumatic experience with the police. This situation is completely unfair and could have been dealt with in a far better manner than it was. Officers like this give the entire police force a bad name.


“My friend and I were walking down one of the main streets in my city smoking a blunt. All we had on us was the blunt, our phones, and a backpack of food. A cop passed by, turned his lights and sirens on, and pulled into a speedway right next to us. The cop got out of his car with his tazer pointed at us and starting yelling “Put your hands on your head and get on the f*cking ground!” at us repeatedly. My friend had gotten down but I could not bend my knee far enough to be able to get on the ground as I was recovering from a fractered knee cap. I had tried to explain this to the cop but he just kept yelling. The cop then tackled me even though i was explaining why I couldn’t. After he tackled me, he spun me around so my chest was towards the ground. He then sat on my legs which pushed my knee into the ground, causing excrutiating pain. He put handcuffs on me and instructed me to get up but my knee hurt so bad I couldn’t. He then picked me up and threw me on his car and told me I need to start cooperating. I tried to explain my knee problem again and he responded with “You’re not getting out of this with a made up story.” He then patted me down and threw me in the back of the car. After putting my friend in the car also he drove us to juvy where i stayed until my court date where I was sentenced to 14 days plus I had to go through drug court.”

Police are trained to be suspicious. However, if the people under suspicion aren’t being violent in any way, there’s no need for such a reaction. This officer completely overreacted. Not only did he draw his taser out of nowhere, how did he even know that these two friends were doing anything wrong? He must’ve just smelled the burning marijuana and deemed that a plausible reason to brutally take these two down. Besides the fact that the two were smoking out in the open, the officer continuing to use force when the person was trying to explain a health problem is excessive. Even though the subject of this story was doing something wrong, the cop could have at least been more gentle and understanding, as long as the person remained compliant.


Abusing their power is something that happens far more often then it should. The police are supposed to protect us from threats. Two people walking and smoking cannabis is no harm to anyone, especially late at night when no one is around. The smart thing to do? Don’t smoke out in the open where anyone can see you. While nature smoking is scenic and lovely, it’s not worth the risk of getting caught. Smoke in a place that is appropriate to the laws in your state!

Do you have a story that involves a non violent cannabis only run in with the law? If you feel like sharing your story to enlighten other stoners of how serious the legalization matter is, please feel free to email me at [email protected]! You may remain anonymous if you wish!

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Stoner Stories; Zonka Bars

Stoner Stories; Zonka Bars

States that have passed medical laws still aren’t safe from the tyranny of the law. If you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, there’s a strong chance that someone from the law is going to come after you, trying to tear apart families, putting innocent people in jail, and causing massive amounts of destruction for no real reason. Human nature is to help one another so those that are able try to assist those in pain and in suffering. An example would be the Martin family from Arizona, who created a medicated chocolate bar so that medical patients could ingest their meds in the safest way possible… And let’s face it, who doesn’t like chocolate?


The husband and wife team that created Zonka Bars knows firsthand that no marijuana user is protected anymore, even if there are children involved. On September 12, 2012 the edible company was raided, due to a store employee selling the edibles illegally to random people, which ended up including an officer of the law. Due to the employee’s blatant disregard for the rules set in place to regulate the marijuana business, Chris Martin, who co-owns Zonka Bars, is now facing up to life in prison, with 15 felonies. His wife, the other co-owner, is facing 11 felonies. They have been accused of selling a “narcotic”, when in reality, they were only trying to help the patients in Arizona to medicate safely. Since the employee mentioned above was selling the bars wrongly, the entire company is now at fault.


Unfortunately, not only is the law not on the side of the Martin family, but the officials involved in the case aren’t exactly squeaky clean either. Many of the officers that have been involved with the Zonka case have questionable pasts, dotted with reports of brutality, disregard for civilian safety, and some seriously sneaky cover ups. So not only are the Martin’s being prosecuted for something that is technically legal in their state (Although the foaming mouth conservatives running the Arizona laws manage to confuse the life out of the citizens), the police that are involved with the case are shady, leaving the family with virtually no opportunity to stand up for themselves. Martin went on to explain to me that these officers also are suspected of sending the family emails, trying to turn the husband and wife against each other.


Zonka Bars and the Martin family never wanted to hurt anyone, obviously, but yet they’re being painted as terrible people. Their children are suffering and they’re suffering, simply because one of their employees made a serious mistake. If you’d like to give the family your support, you can visit their Instagram account at @freezonka. They also have apparel available and proceeds all go to help their legal fight, which as we all know can be extremely expensive. Situations like this need to be eliminated, otherwise the marijuana movement will never be able to make it very far in the world. Contradictory laws and crooked lawmakers are not going to help patients, recreational users, or those who are simply trying to help. Cannabis users and lovers are not criminals.

Stoner Stories; CPS, Addiction, and Unemployment

Stoner Stories; CPS, Addiction, and Unemployment

The stories that are shared on here are meant to spotlight the abuse that cannabis users can sometimes face in a world that’s still very much against the plant. While some are kicking their feet up and rolling a joint, there are always people dealing with the long arm of the law for crimes that really aren’t crimes at all. The following story was submitted by a reader who not only suffered addiction at the hands of a “trusted” doctor, but almost lost a child to social services for just admitting to using marijuana. She is incredibly strong for being able to keep moving through such a rough time and she still loves cannabis!


“In 2010, the year I became pregnant, I just had to go on a hiatus from marijuana for about a year, which is exactly what I did. When filling out paper work and answering Doctor’s question I had to be cautious. The only time I recall answering truthfully about my pot smoking and when I stopped was at my 20-week sonogram. So much blood work was done I feared they’d still find traces of THC and peg me as a bad mother for “lying”. None of the staff ever second questioned my answers. It was on the day of my delivery in December that things got scary. During my labor the nursing staff had paper work to fill out and some of those questions included if I smoke marijuana. I wasn’t sure if it was the epidural or the moment but I couldn’t lie; I answered truthfully, “I stopped smoking on the day I found out I was pregnant” and gave a date, which was back when I missed my period making me about 4 weeks along, in May of 2010. The nurses all looked at me in horror, as if I just said I tried to abort my baby in the back of an alley. For the rest of my stay I was treated poorly and was told I wouldn’t be able to take my baby home until I spoke to a social worker and passed a drug test. I was terrified. Clearly they would not find any THC in my system it had been 9 months since I had last toked and I was 100% positive I was clean. I was disgusted with the way I was being treated. After being interviewed by a social worker that case was closed. The nursing staff congratulated me, told me to grow up and just drink red wine to relax…yes the nurses told me to grow up and become an alcoholic. I had to grin and agree just to make sure they didn’t change their minds and take my baby away. This is a fear I still have to this day. It’s a fear most MMJ mothers have, even with a Medical Marijuana license. This is no way to live.”


There are other mothers who have had the threat – and even the reality – of their children being taken away from them due to cannabis related reasons. Just for medicating in a natural way does not mean that these people are unfit to be parents. Those that take Ativan are more at risk to let their child have an accident than someone smoking marijuana. This reader wasn’t even smoking near her delivery date, yet she was treated like a criminal just for being honest. Not only that but the nurse told her that she needed to grow up and that red wine was healthier than cannabis. While there are not that many scientific studies regarding the use of cannabis while pregnant, drinking alcohol (no matter what kind) is probably not the best idea while pregnant. Either way, this mother should not have been treated so badly. But the story doesn’t end there.


“I became very attached to my daughter, so much so that returning back to work was a nightmare. I was diagnosed with PPD/PPA, put on FMLA leave and antidepressant and anti-anxiety medications, which I was reluctant to take but after being talked into it by my therapist I decided to try. Side effects ranged from a constant hand tremor, to clenching my jaw sub-consciously. I became addicted to my Klonopins and Xanax and didn’t even know it. The Doctors failed to mention this part. It wasn’t until I ran out of my medication suddenly in the middle of the month and was not allowed to refill my prescription when I learned of my addiction to Xanax. On day 4 I began to feel ill, as if I had suddenly came down with the flu. I slowly felt my body breaking down; I had negative racing thoughts, vivid dreams, vertigo, it was hell. My anger, rage, and anxiety were at a 10. Some of my symptoms were subsided with marijuana such as nausea and the inability to sleep. Although I wasn’t getting enough sleep it was better than suffering from full-blown insomnia.”


Doctors handing out prescriptions to drugs like this without warning the patient of the dangerous side effects is not okay! Klonopins and Xanax are extremely dangerous, as this person found out first hand. With dangerous withdrawal side effects, any smart person would opt to smoke marijuana before taking something with that bad of an outcome. Although, medicating with marijuana can have some severe consequences, as you will discover in this next paragraph.


“In July 2012 I stubbed my toe while on a 15-minute break, with approximately 30 minutes left on my shift. This little accident ended with an ambulance being called in fear I had broken my toe. About a week post-accident, I ended up going on FMLA leave for my anxiety due to yet another change in my medication. I was not cleared to return to work until the end of October 2012, right after Hurricane Sandy hit. Upon my return to work I was told about a drug test that I had to take to “tie up loose ends” because it had been “overlooked” prior to my leaving on FMLA. I had a massive panic attack and was sent home. At this point I knew I couldn’t continue to hide from the post-accident drug test, asinine as it was to even be administering it to me almost 4 month after the incident had occurred, since it was “over-looked” while I was present post-accident prior to my FMLA leave. I took a few more days off work and tried to detox. I returned to work, popped my Xanax, took my test and confidently returned to my office for the next 3 days. Then I received that horrifying phone call, advising me that I had tested positive for Marijuana. I was taken to HR to be told I failed my drug test and no longer worked for the company.”


This is the perfect example of the huge battle that is going on right now regarding the personal at home choices of employees. Just because someone smokes at home does not mean that they should lose their job. If they can handle their job, there is no reason that they should be fired. In this case, the accident happened far before the “required” drug test was administered. It’s incredibly unfair that this reader lost her job due to this random drug test, only because of a stubbed toe. Not only that, but the story continues to get worse.


“The nightmare didn’t end there; since I was now an unemployed, single parent, who couldn’t afford her rent. I had to move back in with my mother and file for unemployment. Shortly after I was approved to receive Unemployment Benefits my previous employer who felt I should not receive unemployment benefits solely based on the fact that I failed a drug test summoned me. It wasn’t enough that they took my job from me and humiliated me, now they don’t even want me to survive? I went there with all of my records, and the one thing I knew I had on my side, the fact that I was at work for a week post-accident and the company “overlooked” sending me for a drug test. I was banking on this and my prescription for Xanax, which I researched, could create a false positive. This, along with the ability to be turned into a zombie by that little yellow bar, gave me the confidence to be in the same room with my former supervisor, my former employers attorney, and the Department of Labor Judge. After a long hearing, the judge dismissed us and said we would receive a decision in the mail. I did not realize my decision would come the next day. The judge found that I lost my job through no fault of my own and I would continue to receive my benefits. Regardless of whether I used Marijuana it had no direct affect on my job.”

This poor reader is unfortunately the perfect example of how badly the effects of illegal marijuana are. Not only does this person sink to rock bottom, with no real help from anyone other than herself, but the system just continuously tried to screw her over. From trying to remove her daughter to firing her, it seems as if every person involved in this story is was just trying to make things harder for the reader. This is the extent of what happens if a person is honest about their marijuana use or if they choose to medicate using the plant, rather than the poisons that the pharmacy gives out. Hopefully, there will be a day where none of these things happen to stoners and we can be honest about our cannabis use to everyone.

Stoner Stories; CPS, Addiction, and Unemployment

Stoner Stories; Action Figures And Buds

Stoner Stories; Action Figures And Buds

It can’t be stressed enough that stoners love to get creative when they’re smoking. The rise of social media has made the creative stoner even more motivated, with interesting photographs being the best way to gain a massive following and thousands of likes. While some of the photos are the pure creation of stoner boredom, there are others that have hidden meanings that the creator adds to the picture. These are the best kinds of creative pictures because finding the meaning is almost as fun as just looking at the picture… And some of them are pretty damn cool.


@super_smacked_brothers420 is one of these such pages. The photos he creates utilize the buds that he smokes as well as action figures from almost every old school video game imaginable, as well as others. Each picture features a figure with marijuana, sometimes even different stickers. Since not every feed has a meaning behind the photos, I figured that sharing the fact that SSB420 uses the pictures to tell a story would give stoners a perspective and perhaps will begin to think a little deeper in to what they see on Instagram.


What made you start using the figures?

I have been a gamer since I can remember. The figures represent all the games/comics I grew up watching/playing.

Do the photos all having a meaning?

Yes, all the photos have their own individual meanings.

Is the reaction to the pictures mostly positive?

Yes, all the reactions I have been getting from my followers have been nothing but good vibes.


Do you explain the meanings behind the photos or let people figure them out for themselves?

I don’t, I would much rather each follower to experience the series in their own individual way in order for it to be their own experience. I want them to interpret the photo their way.

What’s your favorite photo from your entire series?

This photo of Bowser with a bud in his mouth is my favorite!


While there are a good amount of people that think Instagram is a wasteland of selfies and useless junk, there are some really awesome people out there that are doing really cool things, like SSB420. Being creative and having a positive following is extremely important to the movement. It may only be on an app for now but that following can easily become a much bigger, much more real group of likeminded stoners. The feed of SSB420 is definitely worth checking out and this kind of creativity is a great asset to the cannabis community.

Stoner Stories; Action Figures And Buds

Stoner Stories; The Lady Likes Words

Stoner Stories; The Lady Likes Words

She stared at me, like a kid looking at a patient in a mental hospital. Silence dwelled upon us louder and louder, till I could finally make out the sound of a ticking watch somewhere in the room. After a long 6 seconds, which might as well have been 6 hours, she crossed her voluptuous legs and asked: “What’s wrong with you?”


“That bad, hey?” I asked, before having a swig of vodka. She nodded her head and gave me a scrutinizing look, telling me that I’d lost my touch; as though my inner writer was sucked out of me by life’s hookers. “I just need some inspiration.”

“Then fucking find it!” she cried, looking through her handbag. She pulled out a large bag of weed and some rolling papers and began rolling a joint. I wish I could have explained myself to her, but I didn’t have the answer to why I couldn’t give her the literary orgasm she’d been searching for. She loved words so much, that she was willing to sneak off to my apartment and smoke a joint at 12A.M., without her fiancee’s knowledge. I’d never received a negative comment from her before. I’m used to her asking for more, as though pleasure was limitless and yet, there she was, silent…concerned.


“So, how have you been, Harley?” I asked, trying to break the cold silence as she blew a cloud of smoke across my face.

“Can’t you ask me something else?” she retorted, leaving my gaze with a look of concern. Her favorite writer’s soul was dying before her and she could see it. She could see that Hollywood had taken its toll on me and that it was slowly changing who I was. I was losing myself and she could tell, she just didn’t want to bring it up.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Where’s your ‘Prince’?”

“He’s always with me,” she replied, catching my gaze with subtle aggression.

“20 000 miles away, right?” I asked with my words screaming unwanted sarcasm. “Since when have you been a lover of long distance relations?”

“I’m not, but it’s worth it for him,”


I was surprised; she never was one to trust, especially when it came to relationships. Her heart had been broken so many times, that she abandoned all hope of love and happiness. She made peace with the fact that she wouldn’t find, “the one” and yet, I was gazing into the hypnotic eyes of “the one that got away”. A classic situation, especially in the movies. I’d written scripts and stories of the boy trying to win the girl who was in love with the douche bag. I just never enjoyed playing the role of the main character and yet, there I was losing the one person who mattered to me: Harley.

“What makes you say,” I began, trying to evoke some envy and insecurity, “he isn’t performing cunnilingus on the beach to someone who might resemble you?”

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She got up from her seat and walked towards the balcony in an attempt to get away from the question. I followed her, grabbing the joint she’d left on the table. It was cold and the night was only going to get colder. She watched the city sleep, as she shivered in the cold wind. I cuddled her from behind and held her body as if she were mine. “I trust him,” she said, with an unconvincing undertone. He’s a lucky bastard, I thought.

“I never thought, after multiple heartbreaks, ‘trust’ was lingering around your vocabulary,”

I passed Harley the joint and she took a long drag, before replying: “He fixed me,”

“You’re acting as if there was something wrong with you,” I replied, whispering in her ear. “I’m just saying.”

She pushed my arms away and marched inside, grabbed her things and took one more drag of the joint before handing it to me. She stood silent, our eyes fixed at one another. I knew what was happening; she was leaving. She didn’t want to talk, anymore and I had a sickening feeling that, she wouldn’t want to talk for a long time. She gave me a long and passionate kiss on the balcony. Her lips were soft against mine, as well as her tongue. I slid my hands down her back and cradled her ass, before she pushed me away and with a heartbroken tone she said: “Goodbye, Nick,”


I watched her close the door behind her and heard her footsteps disappear down the hall. I wanted to chase after her. I wanted to tell her, how much she really meant to me. I wanted to be the one to save her from winter’s cold, but alas, she found no interest in the writer, no more. As I slowly finished the joint, which had me higher than a motherfucking kite, I realized that Hollywood had taken my soul and left me with nothing, but that heavyhearted feeling people have whenever they love someone who couldn’t love them back. “Fuck you, Hollywood!”

By: Linda N

Stoner Stories; The Lady Likes Words

Stoner Stories; You’re Free To Go… Just Kidding!

Stoner Stories; You’re Free To Go… Just Kidding!

Dealing with the police can be a stressful thing, especially when the cops seem to be on a power trip. There are some cops out there that do anything but follow procedure when they suspect someone of breaking a law. It’s up to you to know your rights and to avoid police interaction whenever possible. Not all cops are out to get you but you never know who’s a good or bad cop. This reader was doing nothing wrong at all when he was stopped and harassed by the cops for a bullshit reason.


“This happened a couple of years back, but I was getting water at the water fountain after playing a game of handball. An officer appeared out of the blue. He said there have been a couple of robberies in the area, I fit the description. Continued to ask me what I was doing and why was I out of breath. I told him that I had just finished playing a game of handball. I explained that I was winded and was in need of drink, hence why I was at the fountain. He told me I was good to go but as I turned around to walk away, he stopped me again and said he had forgotten to search me as it was procedure. He searched me and in my pocket he found a dub sack and that’s when I got arrested.”

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It is extremely important that you know your rights and also, carry around the number of an attorney just in case. If a police officer says that you are free to leave, you best high tail your ass out of there. And if for some reason, the officer says that you need to be searched, you need to ask for a warrant. If the cop has already said that you are free to go, yet suddenly decides that you need to be searched, there needs to be probably cause. If you’ve already been cleared and let go, where’s the probably cause? There is none. This could be a situation of stereotyping, a power trip, or just a cop having a bad day and feeling that it’s necessary to take it out on some unsuspecting citizen.

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Considering the officer had already said that this reader was free to go, he was definitely not in the right when he changed his mind and decided to search. It’ll be soon when cannabis users no longer have to worry about the cops giving them shit, since the plant is so close to being legalized in so many different states. Be sure to brush up on your law knowledge, just in case you ever run in to a situation like this one. And as I said before, always be sure to carry the card of a good attorney in case you ever need a number to call if you need a lawyer.

Stoner Stories; You’re Free To Go… Just Kidding!

Stoner Stories; Cannabis Salve

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Stoner Stories; Cannabis Salve

So far, the Stoner Stories series has been full of sad tales about smokers that are forced to deal with the long arm of the law. Thankfully, I’m switching it up to something a little more positive! This story is about the cannabis salve that one of my readers used on her wrist after a harsh surgery, brought on by a rare condition called Kienbock’s disease, which is a disorder where the lunate bone (one the bones in the wrist) begins to die due to interruption of blood supply. It’s extremely painful and uncomfortable, fixed only by surgery. However, after the surgery was complete, this reader used a cannabinoid based salve for her scar and is extremely happy with the results!

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“I had to have surgery to get the blood supply back in my wrist at the end of September. Upon leaving the hospital, I was prescribed loritabs and hydro codons. I took them and they didn’t help my pain at all, they actually started to slow down my digestive organs. After having to go back to the hospital after 4 days of being on the medication for the side effects the pills were causing, I decided I wouldn’t let another prescription pill pass my lips. Since that day I used cannabis concentrates, cannabis herb, and the occasional ibuprofen for my pain and healing. Since my bandages came off and my wound formed into a scar, I use a cannabis salve on my arm multiple times a day. It takes away the pain in my healing bones and muscles. It is also healing my scar amazingly well, and brings nourishment and regeneration to the skin. I use concentrates to help with the pain and tension. I believe in using cannabis after surgery instead of prescription pills. I have always used cannabis for many different aspects of my life, but not until my surgery did I experience first hand that this plant is a LIFE CHANGER. I live a healthier lifestyle due to cannabis. I know that people will learn from my story, and be able to use cannabis salve and concentrates for many medicinal purposes, including after care for many surgical procedures.”

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Cannabis salve is an anti-inflammatory, which will bring down any swelling. The salve also slows the activity of the white blood cells, reducing the scar size since the body feels that it doesn’t need to rush to heal the wound as quickly. Not only that but the salve manages to numb the pain and allow the recovering patient to function somewhat normally, even though they have just undergone surgery. The salve combined with the ingestion of edibles, herb, and concentrates lead this reader to a speedy recovery and a not so brutal looking scar. Since the salve contains cannabis, it is still illegal for states that don’t have medical marijuana laws. Even though it doesn’t get you high, it can still get you arrested, so be careful if you decide to use it yourself!

Stoner Stories; Cannabis Salve

Stoner Stories; Nosey Neighbors

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Stoner Stories; Nosey Neighbors

Dealing with neighbors can be tough if you’re a stoner. These nosey humans always seem to be able to smell the faintest hint of marijuana and if you’re really unlucky, they tend to love to call the cops on their harmless, pot smoking peer on the floor below them. Sometimes, without any warning, a stoner will be hanging out and suddenly have cops at the door. The reader who submitted this story, found this out the hard way, three different times. His neighbors must’ve really hated him or the marijuana because he is still dealing with the repercussions of the situation, even though he has since moved to a different state.

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“The first time I saw it coming as I was hosting my first party and it got a little out of hand. A small fight broke out in the front lawn and the neighbors called the cops. Granted when the cops showed up my roommate walked out the apartment and smoke poured out and they definitely had probable cause on that one. In the end of that debacle I ended up with 1 year probation at $50/month, 80 hours community service, and 8 substance abuse classes at $20/class.

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My second arrest came 2-3 weeks after I had new neighbors move in next to me who called in for a suspicious smell coming from my apartment. I had 3 months left on my first arrests probation. In this particular parish if you’re not drug tested on your way out of lock up there will not be a drug test unless the PO deems it necessary…basically if you come in stoned or messed up on anything. I doubt it’s like this throughout the state of Louisiana. So this time it was myself, my roommate, and my roomies girlfriend at the time smoking a few bowls, maybe a blunt or two while watching some sunday football. All of a sudden a random knock on the door. I thought it was one of our good friends stopping by but it was St. Bernards finest yet again. I do what I can to hide what I had. I look out the peephole of the door once more and there are 3 cops hand on gun ready to come in and shoot from what it seemed. I opened the door to walk out and talk to them. As soon as there was a crack in the door, they rushed me and threw me to the ground. Arrested all 3 of us. Luckily at the time I had a good paying job and was able to bail at least myself out this time and the first time. But this time I wasn’t read my rights as I was arrested and in the end my lawyer had the charges dropped. By the time I was done with my last court date I was off probation from my first arrest. Apparently the judge who sentenced me the first time around didn’t have the paper work of me being on probation when arrested the second time. Which makes me think what kind of judicial system is in place in this parish.

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I had planned on moving to my current address in Alabama with my folks. Things at work weren’t ideal anymore and I saw my life literally going nowhere in that area. I was staying at the job to save money so I could afford the move and start another job as quick as possible once I settled in Alabama. About a two months before I was set to move I was laying in my bed sick. I had gone to the doctors earlier that day to get medicine for my sinuses. Once again, there was a knock on the door and it was the police yet again. My roommate had a few friends over nothing out of hand and the smoking was all done outside so I know they weren’t here for a suspicious smell this time. I get out of my bed and see what the problem is. One of the cops that had arrested me previously was at the door and asked if I heard a gun shot. I obliged with him and I really hadn’t heard any loud noises period. The cop had his partner with him and he claimed to have smelled marijuana when I walked out the door giving them probable cause to enter my home. They called for back up and 9 parish cops and 1 state trooper showed up to my apartment. They pressured me to let them look for a missing person. They stated it was for the safety of the neighborhood that they check to make sure I wasn’t harboring a fugitive with a gun. They found paraphernalia, tore my home up, and arrested me yet again for possession and paraphernalia.”

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Again, the stories that some stoners have are shocking. The police just seemed to enjoy harassing this poor reader, repeatedly showing up at his apartment, with the finally time being for no real apparent reason. Since the last arrest, the reader is still dealing with the charges, even though he has since moved in to Alabama. At the age of 24, this young man cannot find a job anywhere and after nine months, has to have help from his parents. All because of some nosey neighbors who didn’t appreciate a funny smell. Yet again, the system has failed miserably.

Stoner Stories; Nosey Neighbors

Stoner Stories – The Higher State of Mind


Stoner Stories – The Higher State of Mind

I looked up with some sense of discontent; that the world we lived in was flawed, or just fucked  beyond epic proportions. Perhaps it was the potent ‘joint’ in my hand, or the ever growing unease of “what to do next” in my life. It wasn’t the mourn of a mid-life crisis, but a sense that nothing was right in the world.


People often spoke of religion when we were kids and for some odd reason, wanted us to live under the rule of authority and yet, as teenagers we found ourselves kicking authority in the teeth – often with two feet –  and screaming: “Fuck the world!” What was all that for? I asked, looking back at being infamous, notorious, rebellious and having indulged on every narcotic my ‘Life Orientation’ teachers managed to educate me on. Damn, I thought choking on some ‘kush’ as a breeze came and slowly swept smoke and scent alike into the night air. A generation of us; hippies, artists, potheads, teen-mothers, students, people trying to find room for ourselves in such a complex place. Now, people talk about spirituality and we find ourselves trying to find ourselves again, but how, if life is moving so fast that we can’t even sit down and think, just for a second?

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It wasn’t politics, or money. It wasn’t terrorism, or conspiracy. It wasn’t crime, or the media. It wasn’t just the system, or society, anymore. What was it and what was the cure to this unease which plagued, our once beautiful world? Perhaps the cry of a million anonymous masked people marching for revolution? Maybe leaving dimensions? Maybe we just get a 9 – 5 job? Maybe we should all just chill the fuck out and ‘rip a bong’?

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The world is moving all around us. You can see it in the eyes of your friends, even family. People, gunning to make a difference, to change the world and even rule it, in some sense – while some sit sheltering from the storm while waiting for it to clear. As I clutched the last few drags of ganja in my “joint”, I thought about how the world would actually turn out to be in a few years time. Maybe, things won’t be so bad…

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Stoner Story By: Linda Ndaba

Stoner Stories – The Higher State of Mind

Stoner Stories; Harassed For Smelling Green

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Stoner Stories; Harassed For Smelling Green

Even the smell of marijuana can get someone in trouble, which is extremely unfortunate because the smell seems to permeate everything for at least an hour after you smoke in an area. This becomes especially frustrating when driving in a car, where the space is enclosed. Even when a cop really isn’t paying attention to you, you’re never safe. The following stoner story is about a reader in Las Vegas that experienced the full amount of police harassment when a group of friends just simply stopped for gas.

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“I was 18, and I just got my license so I was celebrating by cruising around town and smoking at various locations. My friends and I had just gotten done smoking a couple blunts at the park, and we had cotton mouth so we drove to the gas station to get something to drink.

The second we pull in, a cop pulls in right next to us, but he gets out to start flirting with a woman at the gas pump. We go in, get our goodies, and when we try to get into the car, the cop stops us and says, “Are you really that f*cking stupid that you’d smoke in front of a police officer? While I’m trying to talk to this beautiful woman right here?” And we weren’t smoking there, but I guess we smelled like it.

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So the cop starts screaming at us, telling us we’re idiots and we’re going to spend the next few months in jail. So the cops get me and my friends in handcuffs, search us and find my friends pipe, but not our weed. The cops continued to harass and berate us with insults until half of us had started sobbing. Once they succeeded in making us cry, they busted up laughing, took us out of handcuffs, and told us to have a nice day and left.”

Power tripping cops are not fun to deal with. This experience would be sure to seriously scar everyone involved, including the woman that the officer was flirting with, who apparently left in the middle of this ordeal. Even though the group of friends wasn’t smoking and carried only the scent of cannabis, they were mercilessly berated by the police just in an effort to scare them. By bringing a group of friends to tears, these officers manage to give all police officers a bad name.

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Do you have a stoner story in which you had a non violent cannabis only run in with the law? If so, and if you feel like sharing, feel free to email your story to [email protected] and tell me about it! We are working to share these stories with other stoners, so that everyone knows what some people are forced to deal with in certain states. By sharing these stories, we can raise awareness and hopefully push even harder for cannabis legalization.

Stoner Stories; Harassed For Smelling Green

Stoner Stories; Arrested While Studying At Home

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Stoner Stories; Arrested While Studying At Home

In this new series of blogs, Stonerdays wants to share stories from our readers, friends, and supporters. Dealing with the illegality of cannabis can be life ruining for some people, causing them to have to quit jobs, drop out of school, and even move in some cases. The laws regarding cannabis are incredibly harsh, even for non-violent crimes in which the person being punished did nothing wrong. Being treated in such a way only because we choose to smoke a certain plant is wrong. Sharing these stories will show stoners how bad the laws are in some places and will hopefully motivate people to be extremely proactive in the fight to legalize marijuana.

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The following story is from an anonymous reader in Missouri. Cannabis laws in this state are incredibly harsh and cops seem to go out of their way to bust peaceful smokers. If found to be in possession of even less than a gram of marijuana, the penalty is up to a year in jail and $1,000 in fines. This person had to spend a great deal more for lawyers, bail, and the fact that she is charged $30 a month to be on probation. Missouri is one of the worst states to be smoking in and you’ll see why after reading this story.

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“I was attending university in Missouri (I had a 3.8 and was majoring in political science and minor in psychology), I was sitting in my apartment on a Sunday night with a friend studying when the Internet went out, so we smoked like 4 bowls of some fresh Colorado dispensary nug out of stress cause we couldn’t do our homework (small town, one Internet company, no Internet anywhere, it was stressful) and the next thing I know the police are knocking on my door because of the smell. There was no violence and nothing in the apartment but cannabis and paraphernalia.

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I had a class B felony but it was dropped down to a C and if I make it through probation with no charges, I’ll have nothing on my record except an arrest record. But no convictions. My misdemeanor possession of paraphenilia was dropped. My lawyer was $50,000 straight out. My bond was also $50,000 and it’s a small town so they didn’t have bondsmen. My mom had to front all that cash to get me out. The whole thing had already cost me over $130,000 with all the fines and fees. I still have 3 years on probation left, which means another $30 a month for the next 3 years. I’m currently on level two probation, I meet my PO this month and will hopefully get moved to level 1 where I only have to do monthly phone calls to check in.”

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This stoner was put on a 72 hour hold because the hash oil found in the apartment was thought to be heroin by the small town cops. With 7 ounces of cannabis and 12 grams of the oil, the law deemed this large amount of punishment necessary. The court also shelled out 9 months of house arrest and 4 years of probation. She was also kicked out of college after the incident. And, most colleges have the rule that if you are caught with marijuana or any other substance, you are not eligible for school loans. Most people who get in trouble for cannabis in college never end up getting their degree because of the nonsense charge.

Do you have a story about a non-violent, marijuana only arrest? What did you experience? If you want, share you story with other stoners! Email what you went through to [email protected] You can remain anonymous if you’d like!

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A Stoners First Time


A Stoners First Time


We were all there at one point… Some of us were in the comfort of our own home with siblings and/or friends while others were sneaking out of homeroom in to the woods in back of their high school with aluminum can piece, smoking sad brown weed. Every stoner in the world has their own individual story of the first time that they got high. It’s a huge event in a stoner’s life, when they were first introduced to the awesome Mary Jane.


As mentioned above, there are stoners who first smoked while they were supposed to be in homeroom? That was me. But it was usually Spanish class. It took me three years of high school to start smoking weed. I only started because my senior year boyfriend was a super hippy that didn’t own anything that wasn’t tie dye and had Grateful Dead bears plastered all over his car. It even took him almost all of senior year to convince me to smoke. I used to think pot was the stupidest thing in the world. Far cry from now, right?

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Fortunately, the stoners these days will have it a little better. As marijuana becomes more accepted, parents will be able to smoke with their kids when they reach a proper age, while they explain the plant. When I was growing up, all we had was D.A.R.E. to teach us about drugs and to them, everything is just awful. They told us that marijuana was the gateway drug and that it would ruin our lives. Bummer for them though… I wouldn’t have encountered marijuana for at least another three years if I had not been through D.A.R.E. It was that program that actually taught me about drugs and what they did. With all of their talk about how forbidden marijuana was, it made weed sound incredibly interesting.


A common stoner thought is that most you don’t get high the first time that you smoke. What about you? Did you get stoned? I seem to remember getting high the first time that I smoked in the woods behind my school. There doesn’t seem to be an actual answer than I can find on whether or not some people get high their first time. It kind of seems to depend on the person smoking. I believe that if you’re not getting high during your first ever smoke sesh, you’re either extremely nervous and that’s preventing you from getting stoned or your weed is no good. Either way, keep toking! If your’e not stoned now, you will be after you hit the bong a couple of times!

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My First Time Getting Stoned

My First Time Getting Stoned

I remember the first time I got blazed like it was last week.

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I was 14 and it was with a few friends of whom I don’t think I can name for professional purposes. We got a dime from an older stoner friend and we hyped up the experience between each other the entire week at school. Mutually we made the decision to do it at a friend’s house, because his dad wouldn’t be home most of the day. I can’t remember who rolled it, but we each had a pinner joint a piece between the four of us. We were trying like to hell figure out where we’ll smoke at.

There was a small patch of woods, which in hindsight weren’t woods at all. So we walked over and got in between the trees enough to feel like we wouldn’t be seen. We all sparked up and start smoking our poorly rolled joints. We waited for one another to be the first to say something about feeling it, but no one was saying a word. At this point no one is feeling anything, so we decide to walk back over to my friend’s house.

On the walk back over I can distinctly remember thinking, “fuck this shit, it didn’t work.”

And then…BAM!!!


I was trying to understand what was happening, but quickly realized this was what everyone had been talking about. All of us looked at one another not saying a word. Then one of us (I can’t remember who) says, “I think I’m high.”

With nothing but a comment and a realization of our current state we all start hysterically laughing and it felt like that went on for hours. Naturally it was only a matter of minutes. But quickly we realized we had an uncontrollable urge to eat and our mouths were dry like the Sahara desert. Collectively we formulate a plan and come to an agreement and decide to walk over to the store.

About the time we make the decision and muster up the will power to pick our own asses up out of the lawn chairs in the front yard, I distinctly remember one of the guys saying, “I don’t feel good.”

He was naturally a pale guy, but was increasingly becoming white like a ghost slouched over in his lawn chair. We began to start paying attention to his illness and wondering what was next. Should we call someone? Should we start digging a hole in the back yard to dump him in? (only kidding)

Since it was around 12pm or so, breakfast was still on our stomachs. But his wouldn’t be for much longer. He slowly repositioned himself from a frontward slouch to a twisting slouch and let his hash browns and eggs from earlier pepper the grass in his immediate area.

Since we weren’t sure what to do, we got our sick friend some water and a towel. But we couldn’t let his illness deter our unrelenting thirst and hunger.

On the walk to the store we joked about what exactly we would do if his condition didn’t improve.

After making carefully thought out selections, I got a Mountain Dew and a bag of chili cheese fritos.

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That was the most amazing flavor I’d ever known. There was such an insatiable lust for those chips once I’d began eating them, but once they were gone I was in complete satisfaction. At times it felt like I was elbow deep in that beautiful bag of goodness.

While we were at the store, we actually had seen a teacher from our school. He was a cool guy who dipped Skoal and had a daughter our age. He shot the shit with us for a minute and of course we were all paranoid. There’s no doubt in my mind he knew. But the feeling of elation was overpowering the will to care that he might try any form of disciplinary action.

He said, “How we doing today boys?”

We walked back over to the house to find our friend (whom we had almost forgotten about) walking right towards us with a shit-eating grin from ear to ear and he said, “Where the fuck have y’all been? Are y’all feeling this too?!?!?”

Apparently after his sickness wore off, he had a delayed on-set of highness that we had experienced (what seemed like) some time before. He was basically having the same feeling of hunger and thirst, just about an hour later. So one of the guys who was closest to him volunteered himself to walk back to the store with him

After a few hours had gone by, we all weren’t high anymore. But we were reeling in the enjoyment we had just had. We all had to go our separate ways for the day, but formed and unbreakable bond that afternoon that will live in my mind forever.


I remember my bicycle got a flat tire somehow and I had to walk home. Though, I wasn’t concerned about it at all. I was more concerned with trying to understand how something that had been so demonized could provide me with such a great sensation. It’s something I’ll never forget and I’m not sure if these guys remember the story like I do, but hopefully they didn’t forget the experience.

My First Time Getting Stoned

Stoners Thirsty Thursday Government Power Play

Stoners Thirsty Thursday Government Power Play

Happy Thursday! Less than 24 hours until T.G.I.F. This lovely day of the week is dedicated to my rants about how our democracy is a lie and the patriotism I once had got sucked out of my soul. There IS a spark of hope for America though; Illinois became the 20th U.S. State to legalize medical cannabis on Aug. 1st.

illinois-marijuana-leafHopefully this is indicative that Missouri is not far behind. My family is from St. Louis and I have a younger brother there that needs access to it as much as I do. My fingers are crossed. I’m amused with this list of Presidents whom have consumed cannabis. George Washington used to smoke for his deteriorating teeth, which is one of the main pains I medicate with the herb.

Jefferson grew his own plants and gave his stoner friends very nice gifts! When James Monroe became Ambassador to France, he took up the toking habit. John F. Kennedy medicated his back pain with cannabinoids. Jimmy Carter reportedly smoked out the White House more than once. These are just the guys I can relate to: see the rest at “Stoned Presidents”. 1346774403_Mount_Rushmore_National_Memorial

This also says 30% of our Commanders-in-Chief used weed for medical or recreational purposes, but I believe that true statistic would be over 50%. Now how on Earth did these men and others get elected into the “highest” office, when I couldn’t even get a mid-level security clearance for the Navy? It would’ve likely been lower than the NSA but equal to the F.B.I. Unfortunately I became ineligible for being honest about my love for Mary Jane. Truthfully, that was so early in my “stoner days” they probably could’ve led me into something else but they needed a better approach. I have an abnormally large inclination to learn foreign languages, proved so on the special test, & still couldn’t enlist in that position. I felt like I should’ve been granted an exception because less than 1% of the population has the I.Q. and aptitude that I had at age 18, before I allowed other substances inside my body.


Cryptology is something I’d only get better at with THC in my brain, but the interviewer wrote me off as a criminal from the get go. I am legal now, as of 5-30-13 but I can remember how I had to push back my ship-out date just to have time for it to be undetectable in my urine. I remember on the big day when I took that test I saw a very faint line on the THC segment, but they let me go on to boot camp anyway. I try to warn people, if you’re contemplating signing a contract, PLEASE talk to some former service members prior.

Do not trust the recruiters, they’re like cops in that they’ll accept payment to tell you lies and promises, all to get a uncle-sam_pan_14223signature on the bottom line. Recently returned soldiers are the best source of information on what training for your job description will entail. Ideally though, since I’m an anarchist, I’d rather not see anyone with actual potential go join the military. My grandfather served behind enemy lines in the Air Force during Desert Storm and still ended up becoming a semi-truck driver after his discharge, just to make ends meet. I joined during wartime (Operation Iraqi Freedom) & yet I’m still paying for my education, completely without V.A. assistance. I might one day re-enlist, once I have my degree, so I could be an Officer-reporter overseas. I’m already pursuing my BA in Journalism and can anticipate the changes coming in the field, because I’m young, smart & observant. This chameleon boy can take any challenge & own it! By the way I didn’t quit the Navy, either, I received an entry level separation and waited for my papers instead of going AWOL. Everything worked out for me eventually. I wouldn’t say I have any regrets. _Bone$

Writing by: Jakob Dodd

Stoners Thirsty Thursday Government Power Play

Famou$ Fridays with Bone$

Famou$ Fridays with Bone$

One of my heroes of the music industry is Travis Barker. [if you don;t know who this guy is, please read wikipedia or something] He’s an A-List drummer, father of 2, and owns one of my favorite clothing lines, Famous stars and straps. If I were going to get a tattoo of any one’s face human (besides my dogs’ portrait that WILL go on me once he passes) I’d be dedicated enough to rep. T. Barkers’ face on my body. No homo, it’s a stoner-entrepreneurial respect.


The band Kottonmouth Kings has a special place in their hearts & social media sites for their fans’ band-related ink. I’ve got my crown in chrome on my back! I also have the SRH spade on my right forearm, which instead of getting removed since the falling out over unpaid royalties [#freethekings], I’m going to run with the original idea to fill in the flesh space with UV ink to make that shit POP OUT at parties. If people wanna hate on it, so be it, but I don’t have the actual S-R-H letters, so I can pretty much say truthfully, it’s just because I dig spades. I’ve had my tongue pierced since age 13 [currently 24 y/o]  & even researched body modification online for a while before that. was my haven for horror stories and success, photos of before & after, etc. You have to pay for the extended membership or just post your own accounts & stories of piercing adventures, that’s what they’re big on. You just write so many words about where you went, who you were with, which artist at the shop did it, etc. The site spells it out very clearly and is responsible for teaching me more about subculture than a lot of other things I’ve invested time in, including: working seasonal & then permanent at Hot Topic & not to mention all the WOMEN I’ve chased before those times, and since then. Speaking of love-interests, I used to sketch out pictures of my ideal female s/o, pierced in all the appropriate & necessary places, with hair that’s some wild, vibrant hue! Some chicks have come close, resemblance wise but never in personality. The girl I like now has the personality NAILED but no face-metal. Ideally, one day I’ll have a doll with rights to decorate her body how I see in my visions. *Le Sigh* Being an artist, I know what it’s like to need to be well-rounded. I prefer writing over all other modalities in the art realm, & I’ll go deeper into my other branched out interests for another piece. Writing is my favorite because I can ensure there are ALWAYS pencil & paper within a 50 foot, visible radius of my position, relative to planet Earth. I have a ton of other sketches for future tattoos, sometimes I keep altering them, which makes me glad that Permanence is something I am hesitant on. My heroes/idols you’ll hear me reference are all people that turned a sh*tbag from “destiny” into rainbows, cash and mary jane. Don’t let anything bring you down! Positive Vibes from ME. -Bone$

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Famou$ Fridays with Bone$

A Rebelution Concert to Remember


A Rebelution Concert to Remember

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Their melodies flood your ears with a sweet embrace like no other.

Rebelution is a Cali original reggae rock band from Santa Barbara, CA. Members of the band include: Eric Rachmany – Vocals/Guitar, Rory Carey – Keyboards, Marley D. Williams – Bass, and Wesley Finley – Drums. The first time I heard them was at my stoner friend Andrews house along with some of my other close friends Rob, Martin, Kayla, and Joe. As we took turns passing the bong around the smoke filled living room,

I felt the beats rushing through my body as I inhaled the kush.

The music immediately filled my soul with serenity and brought me to a peaceful state of mind. While I listened to the music, I closed my eyes while bobbing my head and had the biggest smile upon my face from ear to ear. Ever since that first experience I knew I’d be one of their biggest fans, I had to see them live!

Rob and Martin had already seen them live a few months prior and told me it was amazing. A few days later I was watching TV and what did I see, Rebelution coming to The Hollywood Park in Inglewood, CA in just a couple weeks. It was fate that I saw the commercial! I grabbed my phone and began texting everyone, “Rebelution concert this June 1st who’s down?!” The texts came pouring in with responses of, “Hells Yah!” “I’m so down!” “Let’s do this.”

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In eager anticipation I waited for days to pass when I could finally experience them live. Finally, it was the day, the day I’ll never forget! Our group of friends all decided to meet at Andrews. At first there were only about 9 or 10 of us but then before we knew it our group consisted of 15-20 people! Wow this night was gonna turn out to be a blast!

As we loaded our cars and trucks and were about to head off, Joe yelled, “Who’s got the kush?” “I do!” Martin replied. They jumped into my car along with my friend Mira. The drive was about an hour long so we packed some bowls of White Fire and jammed out to some music. When we arrived we got our tickets then gravitated to the beer stands, we were indefinite need of something to drink. Once we had the beer in our hands we traveled over to the grassy area where the band would be preforming. It smelt of blended herbs being smoked from the crowd.

We meet up with the rest of the gang there and formed a circle to pass a freshly rolled bluntaround.

Next thing we knew Rebelution was on stage and the music began. The neon lights were beaming into the night sky as the beats dropped. Our friend, Wheels, began to jump up and down rocking out to the music. He got so into it that night, I think he thought he was in a mosh pit. We were all so high just cracking up at him and enjoying our time together.

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Now that I think of it Wheels was just trying to set the mood of dancing lively and letting loose because soon after we all began to dance around and move to the beat. The true spirit of stoners was shining through that magical night as the song “Good Vibes” played. The lyrics:

“When we come around, try to keep compassion on the ground, Feel as sense of freedom with the crowd, connecting people with the sound.” were coming to life. Blunts and joints were being passed around the crowd as though we all were one big happy family with compassion for one another. As the music came to an end the crowd chanted, “Encore! Encore!” and we got to enjoy another few blissful minutes of songs.

Well, the concert was over and it was time for us Reb lovers to head back home.


Renee would also be joining Martin, Mira, Joe, and I in the car ride home. We were waiting in the busy packed line to get onto the freeway entrance when all of a sudden Joe, sitting in the backseat with Mira and Renee, starts throwing up all over himself. “Omg, what the fuck dude!”, Renee screams with laughter. “Pull over! Throw down the windows”, another voice shouts out. Martin begins to pull over when Joe can’t control himself and once again throws up all over inside my Jetta. The smell reeked but we cleaned it up and headed back to the freeway entrance. Finally on the freeway, it happens again but this time Joe unconsciously flings open the car door at 70mph and try’s sticking his head out. Renee with cat like reflexes grabs a hold of him and throws him back inside. What a relief! This night and story could have ended much differently if Renee hadn’t joined us but thank God he did. Besides waking up to a stinky car the next morning, I had a Rebelutionary night to remember forever! The memories we make are so dear to us, so the next time your out in this big world create some of your own!

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Memories of a First Toke

Memories of a First Toke

A feeling like no other that’s beyond more than just foreign but soul and eye opening as well.

No matter what may have caused you to first lay your troubles in Mary’s lap doesn’t even matter, as long as you made it. Having Memories of a First Toke is beautiful nostalgia wrapped in OG Kush and pre rolled to perfection.

Taste, sound, smell, touch, and sight all became new to you and born again in a world filled with endless possibilities.

There is no fear only Cannabis Sativa and you love every crumb that you get your hands on. So where were you when everything was going down? Where were you when you realized that there is more to this life than what meets the eye?

Memories of a First Toke is all about that great first, maybe even your favorite first.

There you are, in a place where weed meets lungs, and you’re ready and willing to give this hobby your best shot. The first inhale is always a surprise as you feel your virgin lungs with THC coated smoke that was longing to be inside of you all along.

A burning sensation that doesn’t turn you off but instead lights the flame of desire inside your being and makes you puff for more.

The seed has officially been planted, and the roots have begun to spread further than just under the surface. This plant is one that penetrates the mind, body, and soul, takes you to a personal place that knows no judgement or anger only familiar funny feelings that seem to have been a part of you all along.

Certain substances may place themselves in your life, this is when it’s time for you to take the responsibility to find out which ones you want to stick with, or which ones you might want to start kicking.

Mary Jane is a lover and a friend, not  a substance, but a sacred soul all of her own. Being birthed into a new world where everything is bright and vivid is something some people don’t even dare to imagine because the thought of change scares them.

But not you faithful stoner, not you.

You accepted the head high and face floating body relaxation as a gift from mother nature and in return she keeps getting you higher than high and blazed for dayz.

With that infant blunt in your hand you liked the way your head became tight with funny thoughts and vivid day dreams.

The way the cool summer breeze caressed every follicle of hair running up your spine and neck, and how you knew that this was the first time in your entire life that you actually felt it, and it was good.

Take the time to sit with your homies and reminisce in the good times, the times when you and Mary first became one and the world was a simpler kinder place. Thanks for lending your baked pupils and your time, Happy Smoking to all you green lungs out there!

Memories of a First Toke

Water Bong Hot Box


Water Bong Hot Box


So I met this girl named Melissa in a Spanish class and we suddenly became best friends.

We shared our first hit of marijuana together, and we have made many memories since, most of them I remember. Anyways, so on a Thursday after school, we connected and bought a dub sac, and we drove off into the desert behind a neighborhood we found, and posted out. Melissa’s sister and boyfriend were in the car with us, and they sparked up a blunt, so I packed a bowl that lead to many, many more. Before we knew it, it was late, and dark as hell. We had smoked the majority of our weed, only spearing a nick in the end, but we raved and ranted about everything.

We planned the zombie Apocalypse survival method, how we would turn my neighborhood into a village, and dig a trench around us filled with gas to kill and burn anything that tried getting in.


How we would have farm land, and live stalk, and our own stalks too! We had everything planned, ready for whatever the future holds. So we ended our conversation and looking for Melly’s (Melissa) sister and boyfriend, which resulted in a huge mistake. We both had gotten so baked that we could hardly walk, and with fine sand, everything was harder to walk in. I had completely forgotten that Melly was in high heeled boots, and she could hardly stand, she was holding onto my shirt and arm for dear life. We wondered aimlessly thought out the desert looking for her sister, even shouting her name with no response, and we eventually lost track and sight of the car. This is when we really started to panic, and held each other close and tightly.

We both freaked and thought of Jeepers Creepers because on one of our previous stoner adventure we swore we saw him, and we told each other how much we loved each other.


We continued looking for her sister, and eventually we found them both behind a mesquite, she was giving him head. At this when we all panicked, and everything went silent and the awkwardness arouse.

Her sister got so mad she cussed Melly out, I felt like a total douch since it was my idea to go looking for them, since it was Thursday and late. The car ride was supper awkward and uncomfortable. I gave my friend my bong, it was already an older one and I was in need of a new piece and since I felt bad. Now when we see each other we always laugh about how we got lost in the desert, but we somehow never mention the blow job part. It completely killed our trip and that’s the last thing we would bring up, but we sure do remember it, especially on those drunken nights.

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Weed Boogers


Weed Boogers


Me and my bro had just picked up, so I loaded a bowl and started smoking. As he was taking his 4th or 5th hit from the steam roller i said,

the next hit we both take has to be huge!

So, that’s we did but, while trying to hold his cough in, boogers started dripping and shooting down his nose and I died from laughter,


he was staring at me stoned as fuck and had no clue why i was laughing until we got to the grocery store lmao!

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Forgotten Weed

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Forgotten Weed

It starts off as an ordinary day, chilling in the parking lot outside the apartment in my buds car. An as we finished rolling up the rest of our weed into a blunt we noticed flashing lights behind us, yup it was the police.

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I hide the blunt in my hat as we were asking to step out of the car, they begin searching our car not missing anything.

Pulling everything out of the glove box, checking under the seats, in the air vents, removed the cup holders. They completely destroyed the car looking for anything they could charge us with, but after about a half hour they finally gave up, told us to have a nice day an left. After all that it was time to smoke that blunt, so I got in the glove box to get a lighter and then I noticed something.

I pulled out the car manual an opened it up and hiding between two pages was a half ounce of chronic. It was a lucky break, the cops didn’t find it and now I had more weed to smoke for the rest of the day.

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“Oh Canada” Top Ten Stoner Rules



“Oh Canada” Top Ten Stoner Rules

Puff Puff Pass

No one likes a greedy stoner, or a super slow one for that matter. If you’re gonna be in the circle, be on your shit!blunt-passing

 Save Roaches For A Rainy Day

Everyone runs out of bud on the worst day possible, keep your roaches someplace save to help yourself out when your in need of some green.

  He Who Rolls It, Sparks It

Always let the roller have the first taste of whatever they’ve produced, assessment is the best way to improve ones skill.


 Never Let Someone Smoke A Cashed Bowl

No one likes a gnarly bong rip, be curious and give the next person in rotation a heads up as to whether or not they want to smoke it.


 Don’t Be Stingy

If you offered to smoke someone out, you should never be stingy with your weed. There is obviously a limit to everything, but herb was meant to be shared, don’t get all butt hurt over some green.


 Don’t Fuck Up Rotation

Generally the joint (or whatever you may be smoking) is passed to the left. However, it’s not a rule followed by all, so when smoking always make sure to stick to rotation. No one wants an uneven sesh, where some might be higher than others.

Never steal someone’s lighter

This is inevitable, we’ve all done it and we will all do it again. But don’t do that shit on purpose, and being the owner of the lighter it is your responsibility to get it back from said person who asked to borrow it.

 Know Yourself & Your Limit

Everyone’s gotten way too baked and greened out, but you should always chill out before you start getting too high for your own good. Everyone knows their tolerance and everyone’s is different. It’s not a competition, don’t treat it like one.


 Always De-stem & De-seed Your Weed

Unless your shit sucks, your guy should be pretty on top of his bud tending. But you always want to take out any remaining stems from your bud as well as any seeds you may find nestled in the bud. Whether its every time you grind up weed, or when you pick up a fresh bag, always pick out imperfections.


Never Complain

If someone offers to smoke you up, don’t complain that their shit isn’t up to your standards. Everyone’s tolerance is different, maybe your bro doesn’t need shit as strong as you.

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Charlie the Fucking Unicorn

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charlie the fucking unicorn

Charlie the Fucking Unicorn

I check out this white wall when all of a sudden a unicorn appears in front of me. I jumped and fell down and backed up in a rage till I ran into something behind me. When I looked back the unicorn was gone, I looked outside and there she was.

I didn’t feel like opening a door and I ran through the wall.

I was now outside and as I go up to give her a hug she starts coming towards me. I didn’t know what emotions to feel. She let me ride her into the sunset off of the mountains in Peru. As we flew into the sunset heading towards the high moon we started to think and talk to each other, what do we want to do in life. It was so intense I saw what a great story line of my life would be and I saw a movie in my mind. It contained everything I could ever want to be in a movie; unicorns, war, food, girls, sex, working, playing, exercising and writing out a plan about what I want to do in life. And there was my answer about I what I wanted to do with my life but by the time I woke up she was long gone and I was sleeping on a cloud on a bed in a hotel room which was on an island which had a beautiful land mass. All I could think about was the unicorn and what we would do together. I wasn’t worried about life and the stresses it caused me but how I can improve my life to relax and have fun with her. The next day I wake up seeing her.

She brought me breakfast in bed and she wasn’t wearing any clothes.

I felt so pleased and surprised. I love her more than ever and I want to do something back to her. So I thought and thought and thought some more while I ate breakfast and I figured out how to please her and thank her for all that she had done for me. I got her a necklace and got her some KGB and gave her whatever she wanted. That’s all I can say while writing it. It was a magical experience that day and I felt that I had pleased her very much. We were going to be the best-est of everything nothing could tear us apart. It was now the next day and I noticed that she wasn’t with me and that she was outside naked again in the lake. I started to go outside in my boxers to join her when all of a sudden and IED went off and blew up. Smoke filled the air and I lost sight of her. Quickly I ran to the lake and she was gone. But she left me something very important to me that would allow me to see her again and be with her again. She was the best girlfriend I had ever had she got me some A grade marijuana and a slip of paper that had a letter on it. But I can’t tell you what was on it. Now in my free time I run into the forest and yell out Charlie is a desperate way to find her. Sometimes I see her and sometimes I don’t. All I now is that even though we were farther apart we couldn’t have been any closer.

Submitted by: Life Moments

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Expanding My Mind

expanding my mind

Expanding My Mind

Expanding my Mind

As I inhale the marijuana smoke into my lungs I feel my mind, body and spirit start to tare at my reality, moving my mind faster than I can keep up with most times. Higher and higher I become, consumed by the influence of kush. I find myself in a life I didn’t ask to be given, a world to which I would have never seen, heard, felt or loved if it were not for events taking place in a time I had no control over. I see my mind more as an unexplored universe, a concept I’m sure most can agree with. Understanding the endless possibility’s life can offer, if grasped, understood and achieved.

Our limitations are set only in our own minds, believing that all people are equal and want to be noticed, loved and heard.

expanding my mind

As I exhale the smoke from my inflated lungs, I see the cloud as a symbolic metaphor shaping, forming and unfolding into a weightless form carrying with it my troubles, concerns, hate and pride. As the smoke expands it’s no longer a dark fog consuming my mind, but more of a light expanding realization towards one’s forgiveness in life.

Allow yourself to understand we each hold the key to our own chains.

Expand your mind.

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Expanding My Mind