This site is dedicated to ending the war on drugs, especially marijuana.
There is no logical reason for marijuana to be illegal.
But don't take my word for it,
you can look it up for yourself.
There are many good and TRUTHFUL sites out there about marijuana and other drugs.
I have links to a few of them below...
But before you leave, why don't you get comfy and read my little story. All of it's true
and you may even find it slightly amusing. And if you know the two girls who snitched on my
roommate and me, PLEASE EMAIL ME. And by the way, I don't
promote illegal activities of any sort (and neither does this site).
People who snitch make me sick. They might not deserve to die,
but they don't deserve to be able to trust anyone either.
I was kicked out of college for one semester because two girls snitched on my weed smokin' ass.
I was a freshman at Virginia Tech at the time (and one year later, I'm still a freshman going to
Tech). My roommate was also kicked out. Her name is Katie and she's my best friend/smoking partner.
We've been friends for 7 years and part of the reason why we'll always be best friends is
that we get high together a LOT. We're a couple of drug lovin' fools. We're also a couple
of NICE, non-obnoxious people who get good grades, too.
So one day,
Katie and I were enjoying our usual daily toke, and I guess the wind was blowing the wrong way
becuase the two SNITCHERS who lived directly above us smelled it and told their
"resident advisor". A resident advisor (aka RA) is usually a sophomore or junior who watches over the
little freshman who live in his or her hall. The funny thing is, the RA who turned us in
had a whole shitload of piercings in her face. Now I know I'm stereotyping here, but
for some strange reason, I thought that if a girl had a HUGE bull-type nosering, multiple large
gauges, an eyebrow ring, and a barbell in her tongue,
One minute, me and Katie are having a happy little session, and the next
minute, somebody's knocking on the door. Well, this is where I screwed the fuck up.
Thinking that everything was all put away, I opened the door. Dude just BUSTED in saying
some shit like, "We got a complaint from the 6th floor about some marijuana smoke....blah blah.."
Anyway, he (the head RA of the building. his name is JASON SPRATT)
walked over to Katie's desk and saw a blow tube. That was when he told the 6th floor RA to
call the cops.
Unfortunately, he stayed in our room until they came. I live in Blacksburg VA which is a SMALLass town.
The cops here are stupid bumpkin assholes.
I'm NOT kidding. I mean, most cops are cocky ASSHOLES, but these guys have nothing better to do
than bust two LITTLE GIRLS. I hate to degrade me and Katie like that, but when it comes down
to it, we are just little school-girls who happen to enjoy smoking pot.
So about 20 minutes later, two cops show up. One was short, the other was fat, and they both were assHOLES (big fucking surprise). Jason showed them the blow tube, our 4 bags of weed, and our cute little purple Graffix bong. Then one of the cops said, "You'd better show us everything you have. We could search this room if we wanted to." Damn, me and Katie were actually scared at this point. So, after giving me this look like "we're SOOO fucking screwed," Katie got a box out rom under the bed. In this box were 3 other bongs I had made. For some reason, right before we got caught, I developed a bong-making hobby. Anyway, those damn pigs now had a whole BOXFUL of evidence. And I'll bet they felt so fucking As for school, me and Katie weren't sure exactly what was going to happen. Our judicial hearing for the school was right before Christmas. We talked to the judicial man and that rat-bastard suspended us for one semester.
If you smoke, you know that High Times magazine always has pictures of the DANKEST shit. KINDa makes me want to move to Amsterdam. A fairly good site.
If you've just started smoking, 
The Guide to Marijuana on the Internet
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