Standing on the shoulders of giants, we walked so they may run
Target doesn’t allow any of that in the stores, so no they can’t do that anymore than someone could light up a cigarette.
That said, millennials didn’t just disappear when pot became legal. They can vape, smoke, dab, or whatever the heck they want right alongside everyone else.
The important thing is that pre-Z gens can appreciate the improvements, whereas Z and after just take it for granted.
Okay but the Target CIA aren’t watching you constantly. You absolutely can unsuspiciously rip a weed pen in there while walking through.
Sure. You can do plenty of things that aren’t allowed. By that same argument a millennial could’ve smoked a joint in target 20 years ago. The only difference is the likelihood of a negative outcome.
But we were talking about millennials smoking weed out of cans and apples, why are you making the distinction about something being allowed now? We were definitely not allowed to smoke back then lol.
Right, and likelihood of a negative outcome is the limiting factor in this scenario. Weed stays lit and smelly. Pens smell for a second and you can pull it off without suspicion, unlike with a lit cigarette. That’s what OP and I meant by “can” and “can’t.”
May I use the bathroom now?
You can smoke in the bathroom too. Like the cool kids from previous generations did.
It’s vaping in the gender-neutral bathroom now.
Thanks a lot, woke.
I said “the bathroom”. Not “the men’s room”.
Your call.
Huh? That’s what I also said in my joke.
I think that we’re coming from different places here, friend. I hope you have a good one!
Sigh, or hollow out a Pepperidge Farm Pirouette with a coat hanger.
Go watch Smashing Pumpkins video “Today”
We have “no-idea”(except we know EXACTLY because someone newspaper published a full page add about Aetheoship Dispute Devices that make your head very hot when they steal your ideas!) How, but David Corrigan STOLE OUR LIFE for that video
Because my bud delivered ice cream pies for Baskin Robins, and the lot of us would pile in the back of the styrofoam insulated van, filled with dried ice and leftover ice cream pies, that his insane-stoner-trust-fund-rich-boomer-boss- was incapable of counting.
An he would drive us to a national park, and we would box all the weed we could muster, like often a quarter ounce, in the air tight space, until we nearly blacked out.
Then we would pour out together and zerg the woods and rivers by the moon, except that fully 30% of the time the cops would be waiting, but so many teens were doing likewise, that by a miracle herd defense, we were somehow barely able to dive roll around alley lights, ditch the smoking dry ice in a, …, ditch, and crawl under trucks back into the ice cream van to drive “safely”(always beyond impaired driver) back home.
Where we would then dare that driver to eat as many ice cream (whole fucking pie sized) pies as in-humanly possible, then the rest of us would nearly aspirate pon our vomit from laughing for he would puke, such that it steamed the air from the temperature difference, inspite being down his gullet a half hour, still frozen!
You must be smoking that good ice cream…
42 year old here. I can recall sitting in a KFC for hours on end in the late 90s as a teen, waiting for a jamaican named Elvis to deliver weed to me.
You’d arrange a time, I’d show up on time. He’d show up 6 hours later.
And you smoked in your parents basement in the dark. Why the dark? Because if your mom opened the door, it gave you an often crucial extra 5 seconds to hide your bong before she turned the lights on.
Even now, as an adult who lives alone, smoking with the lights on feels WRONG!
I bet these Gen-Z guys aren’t even going to grow up with traumatic paranoia everytime they smoke!!!
Lmao buddy that is some teenager logic. Even if you were visually hiding the bong you were NOT hiding the smell. She knew.
This is accurate! Except instead of the basement we only had 1 friend in an apartment whos parents were divorced and the mom worked overnights all the time so we used his room. If we werent lucky enough for this to work out it was our cars and hotbox them in the same apartment complex where we just parked in random spaces. It was always hilarious when other friends came there while we were there and park next to each other and everyone would just start laughing. Outside that there were a few hiking trails and the woods behind the movie theater or golf course which was before we were able to drive.
We even talked about this recently and we all agreed it will be really wierd telling these stories to our kids one day and how crazy they must sound yet that was the only life we knew.
We used the woods.
Oddly that’s also where porn came from.
I remember walking around the city finding all the spots that were hidden away and offered a semblance of privacy from the police.
You know what the old cheat was back in the day? Just shack up with a drug dealer. Easy peasy ;-)
You should try purple led lights for the room you smoke in
With their $28.00 lunches…
And Gen X???
All of the above, but also:
We had to steal !ALL! our parents’ butter knives, and smelt them beneath electrical elements and toasters, then smoosh hash between them, with maximum force of strength and agressive sawing motions, whilst earnestly deep throating 2L plastic bottles with the bottom plate hacked off, inhaling madly, bobbing that plastic fume hood mere millimeters from the red hot poker. And if, somehow, whilst impaired, any part of this should go wrong somehow (how!? Why!?) Endure the humiliation at work home and school as people knowingly ridiculed the giant burn scars upon our cheeks of shame Also?(maybe? Unrelated?) From early elementary school dismissal, we would all congregate "pon the "play"ground for “rock-war”(EXACTLY what it sounds like, unless you think it sounds like music) till 6-11pm as peoples parents returned from work the kids could slink away to scarf a can a tomatoe soup and burned grilled cheesus. After that we congregated for roof-running, van-fleeing, and arson. So searing your face inquisition style with medical pain relief was a welcome graduation to sub-adult-hood
Gen-x millennial here… (born in the late 70’s but still know how to build and use computers)
I used to smoke weed thru a “pinch-hitter” while waking thru supermarkets or riding the bus. It was a little ceramic or steel cigarette shaped and colored pipe that you could stuff just enough for a toke or two into. Very discrete.
I’d save the pop cans and apples for after school or when I forgot my chambered metal pipe.
We still did the same shit, it just didn’t taste as good
We called it a dugout. It was stored in a little wooden case, and the weed was stored in a separate chamber in the same case.
Nah, the pinch hitter was the pipe, the dugout was the little wooden case the pinch hitter went back into after their hit.
Both aspects are baseball metaphors, just like a batter goes back to the dugout if they strike out or get a home run.
Why do I know this I don’t even like baseball.
It was easier when everywhere was a cloud of tobacco smoke anyway. Your weed smoke would just kinda get lost in it.
it built character
and various forms of cancer
I grew up in Washington surrounded by apple orchards. We grew chest hair from smoking out of those apples and then eating them to remove the evidence… and then we got cancer from smoking and eating the pesticides on the apples, turns out the chest hair was an early warning sign.
(I do actually have cancer, but it’s not actually this, this is a joke)
Best part of packing an apple bowl to carry with you was the ability to eat the evidence!
Well they haven’t got much else in their life tbf
