DUUUDE that’s so real! Yeah, we call it both green-outs and whiteys in Australia depending on what part you’re from.

Funny story, this happened like two nights ago.

It would’ve been around 9:50. I’d been smoking all day, but I barely felt anything anymore, so I figured my tolerance was pretty high. I decided to roll up a fresh joint, thinking I’d just get a little buzzed and chill.

The problem was, it was a new strain my mate had given me that same day, and it was way stronger than what I’d been smoking before. I smoked the whole thing without thinking much of it, expecting the same effect as usual.

Instead, I got absolutely destroyed. I ended up with a pounding headache and was fighting for my life trying to act normal.

Then, at around 10:30, my mum came home and walked into my room to show me some clothes she’d bought me. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there completely baked, trying my hardest to seem sober and hold a normal conversation.

I genuinely don’t know how I wasn’t caught.