me and my buddies had a chill spot, this room above my friends garage. So we had about 4-5 of us up there, and my friend had just come back from some trip where he had bought a Das Boot (See: Beerfest) but the friend who bought/owned the boot wasnt up there with us, but we had his boot and, 4-5 cases of busch/millers. So we were passing it around, trying to avoid the boots bubble thing and what not, and a friend of mine who had smoked 2-3 bowls by himself and had just done a boot and a half by himself decided to try and stand up. He got up in a crouched position, stood there for almost a minute, and then sat down, missing his chair and landing on the, you guessed it, brand fucking new BOOT. We all just kind of sat there while he realized what just happened. Some how, he didnt have any glass shards in his ass, but sadly that was the end of the glorious Das Boot.
I have good weed stories too, but that seems to be another tale for another thread.
