Stupid story for the stoned...

Feb 13, 2008 - 21:09 PM PST

Sam Green had just taken a bong hit while sitting in his living room when he heard a noise from his room upstairs. He immediately jumped up, ran to his room, and looked around, but no one was there. Shrugging his shoulders, he started back down to the living room trying to convince himself he wasn’t crazy. For the next few hours he sat talking to his roommate until he finally felt his eyelids struggling to stay open. He said goodnight and went to his room to sleep.
After putting on the onezy he wore to bed every night, he turned off the light and laid down. He had only been asleep for an hour when a bright light appeared and woke him up. Adjusting his eyes, Sam tried to decide if he was still dreaming or not. Before him was a tiny man the size of a peanut carrying a tiny flashlight and tiny bottle of honey. The tiny man yelled up at Sam, “Lord! I was sent here from a planet in the Andromeda galaxy. It was seen by our finest oracle that you are the only thing that can help our planet in the most desperate of times. Will you come with me and help save our people?”
Sam looked at the tiny man and didn’t thing twice when he flipped his middle finger up and turned over on his other side. Sam knew that his imagination was running wild and once again tried convincing himself that he wasn’t crazy. A few minutes later, he felt his eyelid being pulled apart and sure enough the tiny man was still there. Once again the tiny dude spoke to Sam, “If you help us, we will give you the best pot you could ever imagine smoking. This pot will take you on a journey on the curve of a rainbow, submerging you in a jello made from the tears of angels, and ending in a perfect moment of ecstasy that will fill every void that you have ever tried to fill.”
“Okay, but I have to try the pot before I make any final decisions.” Sam said to the tiny man.
“So, if I let you partake of the dankest shit you will ever smoke now, you will come with me?” asked the tiny man.
“Yeah, dude.” Sam responded as he sarcastically giggled because he wasn’t actually planning on helping the guy. The tiny man reached in the front pocket of his tiny flannel and pulled out a tiny bowl and a tiny bag of pot. “You expect me to smoke out of that tiny bowl?”
“How foolish of me! Lord, I’m sorry, but I am afraid that you will have to smoke with me back in my galaxy where you will become the same size as me. Please, I beg of you, help me, help my people.” The tiny man said as he got down on his knees.
Sam rolled his eyes and responded, “Fine, but we have to bring these two girls, Magan and Amber, so they know that I am not crazy in the morning.”
“Thank you, Lord! I shall forever be in you debt! Now, take this bottle of honey and put it up your nose.” The tiny man held out the bottle.
Sam held out his hand and the tiny man placed the bottle in the middle of his palm, “Why do I have to put this up my nose?” Sam asked.
The tiny man pulled out a smaller bottle of honey and he disappeared after placing it up his rather large nostril. Sam looked down at his hand, breathed in deep, and decided to just do it. He placed tiny bottle up his nose and laid down. Suddenly, he felt himself sinking into his mattress and his whole bed started melting away like an ice cube thrown in pit of fire. He felt his body start to fall and he watched the earth slowly implode in on itself as he was pulled further and further away from his home. Strangely, he stopped struggling against the current and let his body free float through the stars and rays of color around him. After a few moments, time seemed to slow down as the rays of color seemed to turn into wavy strips of velvet. He reached out and let his fingers tread into the light finding that it had the consistency of the cheap paint he had used in his art class in middle school.


Yeah... I decided that this is way to dumb to finish...Also, I kind of like it unfinished because I think its fun to leave it up to the imaginations of the people who read it.