This has GOT to be one of the funniest threads I've read since joining! :laugh:
Haven't really "indulged" since . . . dang! . . . 1980ish? But when I finished the build on my '68 XLCH, Sheeza, I took her up to a biker get-together in Iowa. First stop was at a real deal, old school biker friend's place, in Arkansas, the honorable Rev. Tramp. He and I travelled the rest of the way together . . . and when I arrived, he rolled up his nightly "pain management" doobie ('Nam injuries) and offered me a toke.
Well, shoot, who wants to be a woosey, right?
'Cept either weed's gotten a whole lot stronger or I've gotten a whole lot wussier. Three tokes and I was totally, completely, hopelessly incapacitated. Drooling incoherently on the couch unable to work a TV remote incapacitated!
Too freakin' funny!
~Boar