Yestiddy -- I feel I can 'fess this:
I SMOKED A BLUNT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. <-- TINS
It was a
very strange experience, indeed. First off, I lit up, took a big hit... and the fargin blunt kept billowing solid clouds of precious, forever lost to humanity, smoke. I tried to slow it down, and my fingers got covered in some kind of black glue.
I tried to bite the tar/glue off so as not to lose any more goodness than was gushing out the end of the blunt. No joy.
So by the time it was half-way gone... I'd been taking quick hits to minimize smoke loss, and I was as high as a giraffe's puscy.
The scene where Cheech asks Chong,
"How's my driving?"
"I think we're parked, man."
I now understand that scene perfectly.
But I am NLAV now. No more BOHICA for this hoary old expert.