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I remember my first time smoking in my basement, it was a hilariously awkward set-up.
I was laying my back in my crawl space with a dryer-sheet tube, a big cup, a straw, and a joint. My logic was that I could smoke the the joint, hold the cup upside down to catch the idling smoke, and exhale through the dryer sheet tube. I'd then use te straw to suck out the smoke I caught in the cup and blow that through the tube! I thought it was genius...
Ah, to be 16 again...
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