Fuck this.. Where's my bong?

[tridim]

This assmunch actually thinks he did a great job. :eyes:

:smoke:

[msanthrope]

1. Blazing Saddles--AMC.... n/t

[MissDeeds]

2. I know

I'm drinking brandy and soda in order to make it all go down...and not too much soda.

[peace13]

9. Our dark and stormies seem to be going down just fine.

Ginger beer and rum with not too much ginger beer. : ) Woo hoo he just finished. Now he's off to the water closet for one last jack off on the American people.

[peace13]

10. Our dark and stormies seem to be going down just fine.

Ginger beer and rum with not too much ginger beer. : ) Woo hoo he just finished. Now he's off to the water closet for one last jack off on the American people.

[Tangerine LaBamba]

3. This is why

opiates were invented.

[JuniperLea]

13. My Kingdom for a Quaalude!!

[Tangerine LaBamba]

16. Oh, ludes. Remember ludes?

Do they still make them?

[JuniperLea]

17. We called them Gorilla Biscuits

Back in my time:) I dunno if they are still produced or not, but damn, my face wants to don that permanent grin just thinking about it!

Only mushrooms could rival the grin:)

[Tangerine LaBamba]

18. I was telling some twenty-somethings

about 'shrooms last night while sampling their herb. Nice stuff.

I was grinning, too. I still am, come to think of it...........

[JuniperLea]

19. Did you ever smoke any Maui Wowi?

I remember this guy putting two tiny leaves in my hash pipe... and I looked at him like he had lobsters growing out of his ears... and he said, no, really. Hit it... and hold it hard because it WILL expand...

I had to go sit down for a while:)

And remember Thai sticks that came on real sticks? And black Lebanese?

Damn I miss the stoned age!

But today's hairy green skunk bud is nearly as good as the stuff I used to grow, so, eh.

[Tangerine LaBamba]

20. Red hash

Ever hit any of that?

I was once forced to eat a chunk of it or face USSR customs. Coming from New Delhi. During the sixties, when tourism in the USSR wasn't a really big thing.

I understand I had a great time during my several days in Moscow.

[JuniperLea]

21. Yes!

As I recall it was rock hard, and you had to heat it. Ahhhh... the smell of that first wisp of smoke as I held my Bic to the tiny brick... and then scraped the heated area with a pin, and it fluffed up and smelled glorious! All that joy even before the first hit.

A friend of mine was pulled over while on his way to my first apartment, and in his paranoia, he swallowed several chunks of the red he was going to sell to me. He collected his speeding ticket (Idiot!) and drove through McDonald's before arriving at my place. He woofed down the burgers and fries as he related his tale of woe, then asked if I had a colander, or a sieve of some sort... WTF?? Forever to be remembered... my buddy Mario with his head over the sink, puking into my colander... and picking through to see if he could salvage some hash.

Ahh, youth:)

[Tangerine LaBamba]

22. Waste not, want not.

I remember walking down the street with a college buddy, and he spotted a pill on the sidewalk. He picked it up, wiped it off, and swallowed it. I said, "What the......you don't even know what that was!"

And he said, "We will soon, if I'm lucky."

He's the chief of a police in a moderately-sized New England city today, and he won't take phone calls from any of us.

My first recollection after that Moscow/red hash incident was being at Customs at Logan Airport and the guy holding my suitcase open and asking me if I was nuts.

It was filled with tins of chocolate tea, all labeled in Russian. Maybe a hundred.

I apparently really enjoyed the chocolate tea in Moscow.

The ritual, yes, all that led up to that first hit. Remember shoving towels at the bottom of the door? Making sure the drapes were drawn? Making sure no roaches accidentally got thrown away? Shotgunning?

I still can't hear some music without getting buzzed...................

[JuniperLea]

23. Makes sense to me...

Hash always gave me a sweet tooth, and chocolate is always my first thought;)

I had friends who were adventurous with drugs of unknown origin... not me... I was always a chicken. Except for one time when we found some doobage growing near Oroville in NoCal... but that's not much of a risk now that I think of it:)

Towel, drapes, roaches... oh hell yeah! All of that.

You know the youngsters now have an entire genre called stonerrock:) I picked some up... there's this guy named Wino... he kills me!

Janis was always good stoner stuff... Doors, Zep, BOC, Sabbath... oh jeez... what is Pink Floyd but the soundtrack to my inner psychedelia? My daughter is taking me to see Joan Baez next month. I must be properly prepared for that;)

[Tangerine LaBamba]

25. Stonerrock

Hell, all of our music was stonerrock. Wasn't it? Janis, absolutely. It's still hard to listen to her, for a whole bunch of reasons. My crowd has reached the age where we're croaking. Seems like every September - the month we all met - another one dies. That's the new pattern. We get the email, we turn up the volume, we toke, we celebrate a life.

Blues Project. That absolutely floors me. As in, I'm on the floor.

Once, in Chicago, a fellow law student told me he'd discovered this plot of doobage (great word) growing on this lot right in the city! Near Hyde Park. He and I decided we'd go there the following night with pillow cases and do some harvesting.

We were so damn dumb and fearless back then.

We barely got out of the car when two really big guys of sullen visage approached us and asked us what we were doing there. I squeaked out that we were looking for R. J. Grunt's (a restaurant on the other side of the city), and they told us to get going.

We went.

[JuniperLea]

28. I'm betting you were of the generation just before mine...

The one my older second cousins were in, the cousins that babysat me and brought their rock 'n roll records... and on occasion took me to local LA clubs on the sly because they were missing a good show. Joni Mitchell at The Troubadour... ripe old age of 10 I think. When the cousins went to see The Beatles, I naturally assumed I was going (at the presumptuous age of six) and I literally cried for days when I learned I wasn't going. "You ruined my life!" A phrase that would come back to haunt me when my own then-four-year-old said the exact same phrase to me:) His first music gift, other than the Disney stuff, was The Rolling Stones, Tattoo You. The first rock tune I remember latching onto was Satisfaction, which lead to my first effort at saving money and making a purchase on my own... an AM transistor radio so I could listen to the LA Boss Jocks and The Stones at my leisure. The Stones... I felt I'd come full circle with the kid when I saw him mimicking Jagger.

On croaking. That sucks. I approve of your celebratory stance in the matter. Best possible response, imho.

[Soupy Liberaltarian]

4. I'm taking a hit whenever he lies.

Anyone wanna join me?

[proud patriot]

5. puff puff pass

:smoke:

[pleah]

24. Cough, cough, thanks.

:smoke:

[proud patriot]

26. no prob

;)

[thunder rising]

6. Don't Bogart that ....

[AlCzervik]

7. cash cab is on.

at least at my house.

[librechik]

8. here, use this one

dude's been bogarting long enough

[ecstatic]

11. I didn't make it past the first 2 minutes or so

Good riddance, Bush. Get the hell off my TV!

[JuniperLea]

12. Here ya go...

Yeah, Bush has the mental acuity of bong water.

[bigwillq]

14. Have a hit for me!

:bounce: :smoke:

[Liberalboy]

15. Please pass to me for a hit when you're done....

I actually was sober when I listened to the moron

[Harry Monroe]

27. Don't bogart that joint, my friend!! Pass it over to me!!

Roll another one, just like the other one
You've been holdin' on to it, and I sure would like a hit!!