VICE reporter Ben Ferguson travels to Manchester, England, to meet some users who have become addicted to over-the-counter substances.
The Conservative government reportedly plans to continue its buzzkilling ways by making salvia divinorum an illegal drug.
A Denver grower who goes by RB-26 claims to have achieved the first strain to consistently test at 33 percent THC. That's some STRONG weed.
Megg, Mogg, and Owl have a meeting to pitch a TV show and they prepare by getting very high and then proceed to keep getting high during the meeting.
Peace, love, hugs, and jaw-clenching in a dark, sweaty basement.
While adult use of recreational marijuana may be legal in Denver, public consumption of it isn't. That means that any weed-related event that hints at being open to the public, like Paul Thomas Anderson's Hazy Bus Tour, is pretty much asking for trouble.
We asked a medical expert, and then snapped some photos of people on drugs just to make sure.
Previously, Megg and Mogg had arrived in Amsterdam. They forgot their antidepressants and were freaked out by all the jocks. Now, they've retreated to their hotel. It's not looking good.
Everyone has a story about the first time they ever smoked weed, and it usually sucks. The better story is the one about the first time you got really, really high.
After decades of being one of the only African American athletes at rodeos, Fred Whitfield has seen the type crazy cowboy shit you can't make up. We talked to him about rodeo racism, bar room brawls, and cocaine.
"Approval rating? Hahaha. Hey folks, how about you approve this wicked Mexican-American deuce that in a few hours will be dropping from my ass to your mouth, you ungrateful motherf—Wait, what's that? Yes, extra sour cream, please."
I love smoking weed, but blazing at work with my younger co-workers quickly taught me that getting stoned at work is a very bad idea.
Maybe we just don't get fashion? But what if we did? That's pretty trippy if you ask us. So naturally, when we had all this B-roll eye candy left over from our fashion week coverage, we got stoned and made this video.
Amanda Feilding claims trepanation might make us happier, healthier, and maybe help people at risk for Alzheimer's. She's not only an expert, she conducted the operation on herself to see what was what.
When I'm not sitting at home in my easy chair, puffing on a corncob pipe and ruminating on what captivating aspect of the marijuana world I'm going to traverse in the next "Weediquette," I indulge in the classic childhood fantasy of being a rock star…
I've been smoking blunts since I was 11 years old. And I grew up in the suburbs, so I'm no stranger to bongs, bowls, and weird white-people shit like vaporizers. But nothing prepared me for how high I was about to become after hitting Gucci's burner…
After ascending to about 23 miles, or 120,000 feet, he'll step out of his capsule and, one hopes, be the first human to break the sound barrier all on his own.
I'm dealing with a crisis right now that comes along once in a while for anyone who enjoys something material that can be picked up and carried away. In the process of moving between apartments yesterday, somebody stole my big bag of weed.
Meet Kat, a gravity-shifting amnesiac with a meowing cat-shaped hole in the universe for a pet.
Boobs, pills, and meat and stuff.
Suffocating yourself to get high is a good time when you're 12, but that's just because you have no drug points of reference against which to compare the quality of "feeling floaty."
Vermont's Sunburned Hand of the Man are not fucking hippies.
Total Fucking Destruction ARE that fucking high, because that's exactly what they do!
The next seven hours fucked them up so intensely they still remember every minute detail 20 years later.