When doing the esteemed Duke of Edinburgh caplin trip, I was introduced to a 3 litre bottle of cider made into bong. Happy days!

I do the can thing whenever I'm with desperate people.

I can't really hold my weed no more but I like a nice smooth joint cut with baccy unless I have some crazy festival style long peroid of partying and I can take anything and turn it into energy or talk about the 70's and hate on the Doors.

The Amrican way is too much. Especially at a party of cool NY dudes and they pass you the joint and you lug 2 or 3 strong hits and everybody's staring at you and after a weird, intense half hour involving paranoia and laughing uncontrollably at some nonsensical story, you begin to think, "damn, I really wanted to be friends with these people but I'm not sure I can continue in this fashion" and you leave quietly and try and get a bus going uptown and by the time you have travelled 60blocks, you are grinning, alive and hungry for bagel and wonder about returning to the party....but you don't.


Yep, put tobacco in the damned joint would ya?

Wot, no Chillum?

I loves me a good chillum (good one mind, not some shite out of camden)

Om nama shiva

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fantasmatical thorr wrote:
The Amrican way is too much. Especially at a party of cool NY dudes and they pass you the joint and you lug 2 or 3 strong hits and everybody's staring at you and after a weird, intense half hour involving paranoia and laughing uncontrollably at some nonsensical story, you begin to think, "damn, I really wanted to be friends with these people but I'm not sure I can continue in this fashion" and you leave quietly and try and get a bus going uptown and by the time you have travelled 60blocks, you are grinning, alive and hungry for bagel and wonder about returning to the party....but you don't.


Yep, put tobacco in the damned joint would ya?

Well, I can't speak for everyone, but when I get home from work, and want to, say, listen to music, I'm hitting the bong on weed. I can't smoke pot, even diluted, and be expected to socialize, or do much of anything else (except maybe playing music). Which isn't my goal there. If I'm socializing, well, I'm drinking diet coke.

rayj wrote:

sethpomeroy wrote:Any poor man knows the best way to smoke pot is out of a one-hitter...

This is the best way to stretch your bag out. My friend will make a dime last for months this way. However, the aluminum bat gets HOT, and the coal flies down your throat and sits on your...what'sit? The epiglottis? Your personal gate betwixt breathing and eating?...and sizzles.

This happened to me just a couple nights ago. I had to reach into the back of mouth and pull out a wad of resin. As my fingers emerged, wet with saliva and smeared with tarry goo, my girlfriend just looked at me and shook her head as if to say, "I actually live with you?".

Then I ate cookies.

Hey, I'm quoted in someone's signature. And I just broke 25 posts. Cool.

since it seems no one got in-depth with the glass coke/snapple bottle contraption, here it is, as best as i can describe (it's quite simple).

step 1 - find a pebble, a penny, or a dime.

step 2 - find a glass soda bottle, a snapple bottle, any glass container whose exact purpose is holding a liquid. maybe you drink fancy sparkling water, and that's the only kind of glass container you have around. you can still use it. in my experience, it is easiest with a snapple bottle because you can put the cap back on and not have to worry about your coin/pebble falling out. come to think of it, an old ketchup bottle might work really well.

step 3 - insert coin/pebble into glass bottle. close lid.

step 4 (the important step) - take bottle by neck, wrapping your thumb and middle fingers around the neck just under where the lid closes. the index finger will naturally form some sort of "trigger" shape along the top of the glass, which might serve a physics-related purpose, or it might not. it just feels right. then, raise your arm and whip it violently downward. like you're cracking a bullwhip, a wet towel, or executing a much more violent atlanta braves "tomahawk chop". repeat this for as long as it takes. eventually, the coin/pebble will magically (scientists have proven this is indeed magic) cut through the glass, making a "galunk" sound, and leaving a nicely shaped hole in the bottom of the glass, no more than 1 inch above the base of the glass.

you could youtube "glass bottle coin" and watch a lot of fat people do it all sorts of different ways. and one girl in a linkin park shirt uses a plastic bottle, but i find that to be quite blasphemous.

Ty Webb wrote:

rayj wrote:

sethpomeroy wrote:Any poor man knows the best way to smoke pot is out of a one-hitter...

This is the best way to stretch your bag out. My friend will make a dime last for months this way. However, the aluminum bat gets HOT, and the coal flies down your throat and sits on your...what'sit? The epiglottis? Your personal gate betwixt breathing and eating?...and sizzles.

This happened to me just a couple nights ago. I had to reach into the back of mouth and pull out a wad of resin. As my fingers emerged, wet with saliva and smeared with tarry goo, my girlfriend just looked at me and shook her head as if to say, "I actually live with you?".

Then I ate cookies.

Ty....................






YOU ARE FOUL.

What kind of cookies were they?

Nina wrote:

Arson Smith wrote:

a mere 4 minutes later, kerble wrote:

Arson Smith wrote:(OK, maybe there *wasn't* a kerble-mama joke in there after all...)

that's okay, I saw your mama last week and for a joke, I was definitely 'in there.'

Mama did say you way too quick with yer 'punchlines'...

Oh man oh man oh man.....!

Kerb?

yeah, it's true. Arson Smith's mom likes it when I hit her.

the.bowlox wrote:I dunno, in my poorer days I smoked some raggedy shit out of a corn-cob pipe. I don't regret that. RIP Corndog.

Not only would I go see a band called RIP Corndog, I would like to be in a band called RIP Corndog.

Me too, stack. Me too.



Nina, they were some kind of all-natural/organic Oreo rip-off. I ate about 20 of them and they were delicious. Both my sweet tooth and my ravenous, nearly preternatural bouts of munchies are legendary. I once took down an entire key lime pie in a sitting and came up smiling.