Bubba used to go to Queens when the Psychology Dept. would do testing. There was some nominal fee they would give the test subjects. So one time Bubba went in, and as they were attaching the electrodes (or whatever those things are called) to his head got chatting to the technician, asked him "Hey do you ever wish that you could test someone that was stoned?" Technician: "YES!" Bubba: "Well you are right now"
haha, I remember we were at the Ports one night in and around the time they were tearing the Manor down and our friend Bubba came strolling in "Bubbaaaaa! What are you doing here?" "Oh I was just picking up a piece of brick from the rubble at the Manor for old times sake" Good ole Bubba
Well I could spit into a glass a few dozen times right about now, add some carbonated water and i'd probably have a close approximation to Lucky Lager (not that that's what I was tippling last night, for the record)