|Professor Bongsworth. (EVIL CACKLE)|
|Catbus from Totoro whose furry interior was only less creepy than if he didn't have upholstered insides.|
Now Professor Bongsworth somehow managed to survive a university level physics department without truly being inducted in the ways of as Dave Chappelle might put it "the sweet, sweet Mary Jane". I managed to change all that, though admittedly we smoked a lot less of the sweet MJ and more of the crap hash cut with soap that was more readily available until The Professor found us a better hook up. No more having to deal with the crazy guys near the bookstore one of whom had lived in New York for a couple of years and thought he was all hardcore (in like a poser kind of way because he was obviously not from the hood) and was a complete crazy asshole.
Seriously the kind of drama we endured for a lump of hash was just wrong. THC is a peace inducer. It demands you avoid stressful situations, drama, and people being dicks. We decided in the end the drama wasn't worth the effort.
I couldn't as someone who smokes imagine having better company. Though that's not to say I don't enjoy a solitary puff from time to time too mostly because Professor Bongsworth just can't hang. But he's getting there.