A couple years back I took a trip to Jamaica with my boyfriend and his five five roommates. We landed in Montego Bay Jamaica. We walk outside the terminal station. The guys wanted to buy "pot brownies." I was totally up for it, being quite a “pot head” by that point.
We get to the shuttle bus station heading to Negril (where our resort was). Negril is the other side of Montego Bay. We had seven huge sacks of pot brownies. By then, last afternoon shuttle to Negril had left. The first evening shuttle wasn't leaving for 2 hours.
We’re sitting in the lobby, eating pot brownies. One roomie comes in and says: “Hey guys … gotta check this out!” We walk around the back of the shuttle stop to find an old, broken, pink-colored buss:
We walk inside the bus. I smell the strongest “Weed Reek” I’ve ever smelled. The smell was stronger in back so we all walk back, thinking maybe there's pot back there. We find an amazing trove of pot paraphernalia. Bongs, weed packs and joints in the back seat. We decide to partake in our newly found pot treasure.
We smoke pot like wild dogs. Ten minutes later, I’m high as a effin' kite and buck-naked. I was so high on pot, I somehow decided/managed to strip naked and straddle one of my boyfriends roommates. My boyfriend is equally phunked on week and he's on the left, feeding me bong hits and pot brownies, while I’m riding his roomie cowgirl-style.
Another roomie is feeding me joints. I alternate between bong hits, joint smokes and sucking/effing the guys sitting around me (including my BF).
I remember two roomies stood on the seat cushion, alongside the guy I was riding cowgirl. The guy I was riding was sucking my tits, while I was sucking/effing everything in sight.
30 minutes later, I’m phunked so super high on pot that I can barely see. The sun was setting and we found a black light turned off, which we turned on. The guys blew out smoke which it glowed, super bright. We kept having sex, I kept smoking pot and eating pot brownies.
I remember hearing some guy in front say: “Ahhh …Ya Man …Ahhh …We Go Man …Like soon.” It was one of the Jamaican guys who worked at the shuttle bus. The boys are scrambling for pants.
I’m so phunked, I can’t even find my dress. I remember getting off the bus with a massive “buzz.” I guess I just decided to try and walk. I remember trying to walk. I remember trying to follow the guys off the bus.
I fell on the bus stairs going off and I’m trying to walk toward the shuttle bus going to Negril, Jamaica. Suddenly one roomie says: “WDF …you’re still effin' naked?”
We go back; I’m crawling up the stairs of the shuttle bus. The boy goes back to find my dress. I walk off the “pot bus” toward the shuttle bus; my dress was draped around my neck. People are staring at me I was so freaking stoned, I had no clue! I walk naked toward the shuttle bus, behind the boys. I remember looking at the stair steps of the shuttle bus. I was so effin' stoned, I could barely walk. The boy in front of me grabs my dress from around my neck. He puts it over my head and slips it down my body, as I slow-crawl …yes …crawl…up the stairs of the shuttle bus.
@BootyCutie they do have some good pot there. I was at Montego Bay only I was with the 6th Marines just 2 nights of liberty and back to sea. Not empty handed though. Cough cough
