Our winners of the contest all came from www.fuckcombustion.com. A great forum that is for vaporizer lovers!

Here are the top 3 stories from 1st to 3rd. The contest rules were a TRUE story that deals with a VAPORIZER. Check it out

1st Place:

So………I got this new vaporizer and decided to invite some friends over to try it out. None of us have ever vaped before, so I made copies of the instructions that came with it, and when they arrived, I passed the copies around.

They were like, “Whoa. I need to read ‘effin instructions? I sure as hell didn’t need to do that with [other devices].” I stood up, and said, “Ok, here’s the deal. Yes, vapes are a bit more complicated to use, but………………they are a lot healthier to use than any [other devices] on the planet, they produce less smell… and being that we will use less herb to get the desired affects… this vaporizer will pay for itself in no time.

So, with that, they sat down and began reading as I packed the bowl with my favorite herb that didn’t come cheap. It was the BEST herb that was available, but hey, these are my friends, right.

When they finished their reading assignment, I said, “Ok, we’re ready, right? We all know that drawing too fast on the whip is not good because it will cool the heating element too much. We also know that if we draw too slow, we may overcook the herb. So a slow steady draw is what we want to do, right?” Everybody looked at me with kinda of a blank stare and nodded their heads.

“Ok, here we go”. I took the first draw. Held my hit for a few seconds and exhaled a bit of vapor. Great. This is gonna be ‘effin great. I passed the whip to my friend next to me. He did exactly what I did with the same results, as a smile began to emerge from his face. He nodded his head in approval and passed the whip to his girlfriend.

Now here is where things got a bit interesting. She took the whip, put it to her lips (and what pretty lips they are, but I would never tell my friend that), when someone made a crack about how her boyfriend’s mom dresses him funny, and he said this just when she was beginning to take her hit. She laughs………..into the wand. BIG MISTAKE, as flames start shooting in the wrong direction, that is, this bright orange flame shot up the tube towards her mouth. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she screamed and threw the wand up in the air.

Needless to say, we were all rolling on the floor, holding our stomachs with tears streaming down our cheeks except her. She was just sitting there with this WTF look on her face.

There was nothing in the instructions that said, “DO NOT LAUGH INTO THE WAND”.

We all learned something that night. by Iwien

2nd place:

I thought i wouldn’t be writing a story but since i had the craziest/funniest experience a couple days ago i just thought I’d share.

So i just recently purchased an older version I-inhale from vapeworld.com which is just under an hour from my house. I decided to meet up with him and pick it up in person to avoid shipping fees and such. So i get there and pick up my unit from him with the most excited outlook on life. After getting it, i quickly opened it up and checked out all the parts and read the instructions. I had already purchased the butane and filled it with the butane and some high quality herb. From there, I powered up the unit and sipped on it while driving to pick my girlfriend up from work. At first it seemed as though the unit had not met my expectations as far as effectively delivering my meds, but i kept on puffing away anyways. While driving towards my girl’s work and unknowingly getting inebriated off of vapor, I missed the exit i was supposed to get off at and had to take a 5 mile detour to get back on track. This is what made me realize that i was definitely feeling the effects of silent but deadly vapor. Once i got to her work, i packed up a fresh bowl so that she could try it. I planned on letting her get the bowl to herself after realizing how wrecked i was. Of course she makes me vape with her the whole way back to my house. Bad idea, i know. The ride was silent with only passing motions of the portable vape. When we got close to the exit for my house, i missed it once again out of my own vaped stupor. This is he funniest part of the whole story, my girlfriend looks at me and goes “Your in your own little vape world over there aren’t you”. This is what inspired me to share my story. By the way, the Iolite portable vaporizer is great. by Illadelph.

3rd place:

I love learning, and I engage in plenty of it with substantial vigor, but when I get real with myself, man, college is such a f**ing joke. The awards, the honors, the academia, the pretension, the near-constant stoned out of my mind lack of motivation on my part that runs counter to the whole mess.
So when my usually lame school gets a decent band to come for its big annual concert, I start to think of dirty things to do with my vaporizer. I don’t keep a calendar for my schoolwork or life, its all up there in my clouded little mind, but I did manage to plan ahead enough for this concert to have ready a sizable herb pollen collection.
Speaking of planning, I also made a run to the local specialty beer store to get four delicious six-packs. Each person is only allowed to bring one six-pack into the concert, so feeling altruistic, I picked up some nice brews for me, my girlfriend, my best friend, and his girl. There was one other rule regarding the six-packs: you had to get to the concert by 5:00 in order to bring one in.
In preparation for the concert, I packed two very serious herb pollen bowls in my black Silver Surfer vaporizer for me and my boys, planning to meet my girlfriend later at the concert.
I honestly don’t know what time it was that I packed them bowls, but I want to say it was around 2:30 or so. Before I knew it, I was alone in my room, relaxed out of my f***ing mind, with a digital clock reading of 4:54 blinding my vision. Vaping herb pollen, unlike college, is no joke.
I was set into a frantic state and couldn’t find my friend, so I was like f**k it, I’ll just walk there on my own. Six minutes to make an eight minute walk to the concert, and it did not help that I was sooooooo relaxed or that I was juggling four six-packs in my arms.
I get to the gates, and a real friendly rent-a-cop says, “What the hell are you doing? You know you’re only allowed one six-pack, right?”
Trying to explain myself did no good. The more I talked, the more obvious it was how f***ed up I was, and I was only a little bit drunk at the time. My jumbled speech was all thanks to my trusty vaporizer.
To my dismay, the cop commanded me to do a horrible thing. He told me to throw all four six-packs into the garbage. I even offered to just leave, planning to drink a few and come back, but he said he would arrest me if I didn’t throw them away right then and there.
You can bet I was pissed off, not wanting to see those carefully crafted beers go from my arms into the trash. Part of me really, really wanted to start ruckus, I mean who was this guy to be so wack on the most festive day of the year? But then it all became clear.
I gave him a confident head nod, tossed those beers into the trash like I never wanted to see them again, and walked head-high into that concert. Still totally blasted as I entered, I was greeted by my beautiful girlfriend who gave me a big hug and a kiss and a slice of pizza she had gotten for me. Damn she knows me well.
We danced together to incredible music the whole night, and I basked the entire evening in how fortunate I was to be experiencing such moments in life. By Honey Bear.