05-05-2025, 08:12 PM
So, right up front, I don't do drugs. I smoked pot once or twice and didn't like it, but this was in HS. Made me paranoid AF. I didn't care if my friends smoked, they were still my friends; I just didn't partake.
Fast forward a few years and I met this gal who I would eventually marry. She was a local TV host (and also the weather girl...and we all know the weather girl is hot, right?) Anyway, she loved to get high.
So on our honeymoon trip we went on this cruise (cheap ass, bargain basement kinda' thing). There was another couple with us, in our same shoes. We didn't have any money. It was a cruise down through the Caribbean. We stopped at about (5) Islands as I recall. On this one island we ran into this rasta dude who was smokin'. He was happy to get everyone high, had a joint the size of a Cuban cigar, and it was apparently some wicked stuff, big buds and all.
The wife made buddies with this dude and tried to score a bag of this stuff he was passing around. We gave him some money and he barely came back. We damn near missed the ship's departure when he finally did come back. When he came back he had this ziplock bag of a bag of weed like you've never seen. it was a quart bag stuffed to the breaking point with buds and all sorts of stuff. Smelled great, even to a non-smoker. There was no way we were going to smoke all this weed before we went home (or should I say, my wife and her friends). After a while, they kept commenting about how they weren't really getting high off this awesome looking weed. Then it came time to go home.
We still had this giant bag of weed, so the wife stuffed in "her" suitcase (I was like, 'don't you dare involve me!' (I was flying at the time as a pilot). So, she stuck this stuff in her suitcase and tried to hide it.
(Fast forward to going through US Customs)
We get pulled aside; they want to search our bags. They saw something on the x-rays and want to have a dog come over and scent the bag. I'm freaking out. Not me!! Anyway, the dog comes over to the wife's suitcase and runs his nose right over the top of the bag and moves on. Nothing. Negative hit.
"You are free to go, Ma'am and Sir. Sorry for the inconvenience!"...they said.
Yeah, that was some "Primo" weed!! LOLOLOL!!! Not even the dog would alert on it!
Talk about the ultimate insult!
I still laugh about that to this day.
(P.S. - That wife and I went our separate ways nearly 30 years ago, but it still gives me a laugh).
Fast forward a few years and I met this gal who I would eventually marry. She was a local TV host (and also the weather girl...and we all know the weather girl is hot, right?) Anyway, she loved to get high.
So on our honeymoon trip we went on this cruise (cheap ass, bargain basement kinda' thing). There was another couple with us, in our same shoes. We didn't have any money. It was a cruise down through the Caribbean. We stopped at about (5) Islands as I recall. On this one island we ran into this rasta dude who was smokin'. He was happy to get everyone high, had a joint the size of a Cuban cigar, and it was apparently some wicked stuff, big buds and all.
The wife made buddies with this dude and tried to score a bag of this stuff he was passing around. We gave him some money and he barely came back. We damn near missed the ship's departure when he finally did come back. When he came back he had this ziplock bag of a bag of weed like you've never seen. it was a quart bag stuffed to the breaking point with buds and all sorts of stuff. Smelled great, even to a non-smoker. There was no way we were going to smoke all this weed before we went home (or should I say, my wife and her friends). After a while, they kept commenting about how they weren't really getting high off this awesome looking weed. Then it came time to go home.
We still had this giant bag of weed, so the wife stuffed in "her" suitcase (I was like, 'don't you dare involve me!' (I was flying at the time as a pilot). So, she stuck this stuff in her suitcase and tried to hide it.
(Fast forward to going through US Customs)
We get pulled aside; they want to search our bags. They saw something on the x-rays and want to have a dog come over and scent the bag. I'm freaking out. Not me!! Anyway, the dog comes over to the wife's suitcase and runs his nose right over the top of the bag and moves on. Nothing. Negative hit.
"You are free to go, Ma'am and Sir. Sorry for the inconvenience!"...they said.
Yeah, that was some "Primo" weed!! LOLOLOL!!! Not even the dog would alert on it!
Talk about the ultimate insult!
I still laugh about that to this day.
(P.S. - That wife and I went our separate ways nearly 30 years ago, but it still gives me a laugh).
