Thanks to Midtown Miscreant for this little gem:
Some guy's cat was hyper, so he figured out a way to get some marijuana into the little gal's system.
He made a cat-bong.
Which reminds me, I didn't know what a bong was for years; I even knew someone whose Siamese cat was named "Bong", and didn't have a clue what that was all about.
When my kids were going to school, there was a popular high school basketball player in our little town whose nickname was "Doobie". I didn't know that word had any meaning behind it, and I'd be sitting in the bleachers yelling, "Go, Doobie!"
I always wondered why people turned and looked at me funny when I cheered for "ol' Doob".
Obviously, I'm as ignorant about drugs as I am about computers. Maybe more so.
There's not a thing wrong with being naive about some things. There are many many things in this world I wish I had never let into my head. But I would have loved to have seen you out there cheering ol' Doobie on. That would have been priceless.
ReplyDeleteI sometime think of myself as a mushroom "Just feed me poop and keep me in the dark". I think at times were better off not knowing or are we. Take care of you.
ReplyDeleteUh donna...what is a doobie? I know what a bong is...I think...Gee I feel dumb.
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carlene