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I was having a party at my house, and we made many preparations. I had been looking forward to the party for weeks...it was going to be the best time ever. We were calling it Ganja Fest '04, Part 1. Needless to say, it was going to involve massive amounts of cannabis. Excitement abounded. The day came, people entered.
3 brownies and 2 joints later, I am at the point of no return. I finish a joint and try to put out the roach. In my ridiculously altered state, it proves difficult, and I only manage to get it out after repeatedly banging it against the side of my red plastic cup. This burned a hole in the cup. Everyone watching could not stop laughing. Confused, I left the room.
I returned 5 minutes later, completely honestly perplexed by the fact that there was a hole in my cup. My friends start laughing at me. I accuse them of doing it, and they tell me that it was my fault...they try to explain what happened. But I don't believe it, and I am very saddened by the idea that my friends would play such an evil trick on me, then refuse to tell me the truth about it. I get angrier and angrier at them, and they insist that it was not them.
Eventually I start crying. I go up to my room, lie face down on my bed, and cry myself to sleep, no more than 2 hours into the party.
My parents came home 26 hours earlier than they said they would. They smelled the smoke. I got in incredibly massive amounts of trouble.
And to think of how much I was looking forward to that night...
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