Things you don't have to do anymore now that weed is legal (in some states)

tstick

Well-Known Member
Under the couch, there was a tray of some kind....For me, it was a cafeteria tray....usually had some seeds and stems in one corner and some papers. This was a sure bet to find out if someone was a smoker or not -just look under the couch for the tray!

No more of the brightly-colored, acrylic bongs....or should I say "water pipes"....from the records & tapes store (no more of those, either!) I never understood why those bongs were made to be so brightly colored, when they were so easy to spot by everyone! But, I guess there was always a hiding spot for them. They always cracked and would start to leak....save the bowl and stem...get a plastic spray bottle or something and melt some holes in it...voila!

No more double vinyl record album covers to use as rolling trays....Well, actually, I still have all my old albums, so if I ever get nostalgic to roll a joint the old way, then I could dig out the old Electric Ladyland cover...
 

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
Under the couch, there was a tray of some kind....For me, it was a cafeteria tray....usually had some seeds and stems in one corner and some papers. This was a sure bet to find out if someone was a smoker or not -just look under the couch for the tray!

No more of the brightly-colored, acrylic bongs....or should I say "water pipes"....from the records & tapes store (no more of those, either!) I never understood why those bongs were made to be so brightly colored, when they were so easy to spot by everyone! But, I guess there was always a hiding spot for them. They always cracked and would start to leak....save the bowl and stem...get a plastic spray bottle or something and melt some holes in it...voila!

No more double vinyl record album covers to use as rolling trays....Well, actually, I still have all my old albums, so if I ever get nostalgic to roll a joint the old way, then I could dig out the old Electric Ladyland cover...
I had one of those U. S. Bongs. I killed it one fine day when I tried to clean it with rubbing alcohol. The thing screamed! The alcohol swelled and pressurized the inner layers of plastic, causing the outer layers to make ten thousand tiny expansion cracks. Next stop was a neighbor's trash can, back before cans evolved the wheel.
 
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