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I started smoke through my sister. Mostly boles and joints…at first. Then one day my sister turned to me and said “Will I know you like Dungeons & Dragons so I got you some thing�. She reached on the other side of there bed and pulled out this 2 ½ foot blue bong that was in the shape of a medieval Morningstar mace. She pulled out an 8th off this very potent stand from the local area called “Dragons Breath�. My eyes lit up because the weed has a very distinked look and I new what it was right a way. Meg grind and said “I thought this seemed appropriate�. She packed it and packed it good. She got off the bed and kneeled down in front of me bowing her head and holding the bong in front of me and recited “Like King Arthur pulling Excalibur from stone you must pull the War Bong from the Garden of Weedin�. I slowly lifted it from her hands and razed it to my lips. When I hit it that bong the world seemed to shake and I could here the cries of battle. The drums of war rang clear and I could feel my self my self slipping into unconsciousness. I looked at my sister one more time and she to had hit the War Bong and was feeling its power. I new I was about to pass out so I tried to talk quick. I asked her “Do you here the drums pounding?�. She looked at me as if she new exactly what I was talking about and replied “Live for the glory, die for the honor�. The we both passed out. That has to be one of the best times I have ever had with here.

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The only bad thing about weed is when it runs out.

Pics?

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Don't bother asking me if we should load another bowl. The anwser is and always will be YES

Awesome Any pics?

Sorry guys. One day when me, my sister and her friend Emily and Arica where smoking at Emily’s house. The stuff we where smoking was the shit. It was so potent that even veteran pot heads like us where coffing up a lung. Emily’s dad herd us coffing and started coming up the stars saying “ If you kids are smoking pot your asses are going to be in a sling�. Us in a panic are trying to put all the pipes and weed a way be for her dad made it up the stars. The only places we could put the War Bong where he would not see it was in the window and pull the cretin over it. By the time he got to the room all the stuff was put a way and we spared some stuff the numbs the smell he made it up the stars and looked around he and left with very little fuss. Emily went to reach for it she and expediently lost her footing and pushed the War Bong right out the window. It was all most in slow motion watching it fall 3 stories and hitting the ground with what felt like to us a thunderous crash. It took the rest of the weed just to get us to stop crying. A sad sad day

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The only bad thing about weed is when it runs out.

I shed a tear for you...=/ I know how it feels to get a beautiful bong broken by a friend...I nearly died