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freestater · 06-29-2012, 10:40 AM

[QUOTE=PlumberKhan;4503627]lolz! Just like my dad :P

I remember when he found my pipe. He came into my room:
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lol.

My dad wasn't too hip either. One day I was de-seeding some herb at the kitchen table and my dad comes in and says, "what're you doing?" So I told him what I was doing etc, and proceeded to pull out a packet of rolling papers. Well, he flips. He's like "what the hell are those for?"

I told him I was going to roll some joints. He started laughing and tells me that back in the mid seventies he bought an auction lot. (my dad did so often, he was a hustler and mover from back in the old days) anyways, at some of these auctions, you were literally just bidding on a lot#. You didn't know what you we're going to get. So my dad ends up with a lot of rolling papers. He thinks to himself, damn, I'm screwed. Nobody rolls their own cigarettes anymore.

So he goes and buys a bunch of rolling tobacco to go with the papers and heads up to the Public Market. He said he couldn't figure it out until then (fifteen, twenty years later) because he got up to the market and the papers went like crazy and nobody bought any of his tobacco.

After the story, he proceeded to roll me a perfect one-handed joint (with arthritic hands). I had him roll up the rest of my bag and we went for a long drive out along the lake. (He could no longer drive because of cataracts) From that day on, when he'd see me rolling joints in the kitchen, he'd ask, "We going for a ride?"

"yep, dad. We're goin' for a ride." :high:

He wouldn't smoke. but he enjoyed getting out and driving around. We'd listen to Floyd and I'd get baked. Good times.

06-29-2012, 10:40 AM	#82
freestater we gonna lay around the shanty, Mama, and put a good buzz on Hall Of Fame Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Rochester, NY Posts: 13,507	[QUOTE=PlumberKhan;4503627]lolz! Just like my dad :P I remember when he found my pipe. He came into my room: [/QUOTE] lol. My dad wasn't too hip either. One day I was de-seeding some herb at the kitchen table and my dad comes in and says, "what're you doing?" So I told him what I was doing etc, and proceeded to pull out a packet of rolling papers. Well, he flips. He's like "what the hell are those for?" I told him I was going to roll some joints. He started laughing and tells me that back in the mid seventies he bought an auction lot. (my dad did so often, he was a hustler and mover from back in the old days) anyways, at some of these auctions, you were literally just bidding on a lot#. You didn't know what you we're going to get. So my dad ends up with a lot of rolling papers. He thinks to himself, damn, I'm screwed. Nobody rolls their own cigarettes anymore. So he goes and buys a bunch of rolling tobacco to go with the papers and heads up to the Public Market. He said he couldn't figure it out until then (fifteen, twenty years later) because he got up to the market and the papers went like crazy and nobody bought any of his tobacco. After the story, he proceeded to roll me a perfect one-handed joint (with arthritic hands). I had him roll up the rest of my bag and we went for a long drive out along the lake. (He could no longer drive because of cataracts) From that day on, when he'd see me rolling joints in the kitchen, he'd ask, "We going for a ride?" "yep, dad. We're goin' for a ride." :high: He wouldn't smoke. but he enjoyed getting out and driving around. We'd listen to Floyd and I'd get baked. Good times.