I used to be a one hitter bong master, but those days are over now. I've grown up into a respectable, adult passionate smoker.
Its all about skinning up now. No longer do I rush to crush and sort and stuff the bong and blow my brains out. Now its a matter of sitting down, let yer blood pressure drop, chill, stare over lake victoria, feet up on the coffe table, relaxing tunes in the background. Then its time for the ritualistic procedure of sorting sticks and seeds (I live and work in Uganda, East Africa, we only smoke bush weed.)
The fine selection of prime bits of bud, sort out the tobacco to mix with, and then the rolling of yet another masterpiece.
Without a wrinkle in the paper, straight as an arrow and oozing with aroma's, my spliffs are almost to good to be true, nevermind smoking em.