I can't tell you how many times I think back on my college years and lament over the fact that I could have got SO MUCH MORE PUSSY if I just had a tarantula in my room, you know, for the chicks.

The secret so I'm told to hide the exhale from the hit is to cut holes in the bottom of a plastic shampoo bottle and then stuff the thing full of dryer sheets and then blow into the top and what comes out smells nice and fresh.

We had these two stoners on our floor. One was Ray and I forget the other guy. They disappeared for a week to follow the Dead and when they got back Ray had a visine bottle full of acid so on the following three Friday's he would have me drop a hit directly into each eye and then I'd babysit him for the night. It all ended badly when he was convinced this girl took something from him and he tried to throw her out the 10 story window. That was the end of my babysitting duties.