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Gotta laugh every time I remember my mother and incense. At 13-14, during the winter mostly, we'd toke up down the basement. Never a joint, just a quick hit on the pipe and cap it. I'd always burn incense, of course.
One time, I ran out of incense. I had a lump of blond Lebanese hash and figured I could get away with it. Mom came troopin' down the stairs, walked up to us and said, "Outta all that incense crap you've burned down here, I like the smell of that one the best."
Hard to keep a straight face when you're stoned. Maybe momma was a stoner in her last life?
One time, I ran out of incense. I had a lump of blond Lebanese hash and figured I could get away with it. Mom came troopin' down the stairs, walked up to us and said, "Outta all that incense crap you've burned down here, I like the smell of that one the best."
Hard to keep a straight face when you're stoned. Maybe momma was a stoner in her last life?