It is a glass bong looking structure that you smoke THC concentrates out of.
Let me tell you from experience.
Recently I went out for a Sunday Funday of sorts.
Some of my favorite days of the summer I must admit.
On this particular day a buddy of mine said he had a chick he wanted me to meet.
Feeling full of Jameson and confidence I said let’s do it.
Now I’m not the punch in to get sloppy drunk.
Most of the time you’re able to’t even tell I’m in the bag.
It’s a gift/curse throw in of situation.
I often wonder why I didn’t just go home earlier.
The kind that deviates the strongest of septums.
A hobby of snifflers and cheek chewers everywhere.
She was hot and I was excited.
This was way easier than I remembered.
The old dog can still hunt apparently.
But what she pulled out was not what I expected.
She pulled out a dab rig.
“Oh hell yeah,” I said feigning enthusiasm.
On the one hand I had been out all day and just wanted to sleep.
On the other hand I have primal urges that need to be quelled.
I wasn’t going to let some silly little bong looking contraption stop me from the ultimate prize.
So had her pack a dab and I ripped that shit like Hulk Hogan with a yellow tank top.
I mean I fucking riiiiiiipped it.
The five minute coughing fit that came next was immediately followed by teleportation to the drool phase.
After all, he brought me here.
It was only right to get me out.
No man left behind.
After about five minutes he said my Uber was outside and he and the girl walked me out.
I mumbled something that I prayed came across as halfway coherent and got into the Uber.
What the hell was this?
I just got in the damn car did I lookTHATbad?
This night was already a disaster, I don’t need you passing judgement on me as well!
I gathered myself enough to give him a thumbs up.
He shook his head in disappointment and backed out of the driveway.
What transpired next is amongst the most embarrassing moments of my life.
He drove about eight houses down and stopped at a stop sign.
I looked around and realized I recognized the area.
Familiarity swept over me.
Oh thank god, I must be relatively close to home I thought.
He made a left at the stop sign and immediately my stomach fell to my feet.
And I had just rode an Uber less than 1000 feet from the last house to get here.
As I stepped out of the car door I looked up and there they were.
There are positives and negatives to every story.
The positive here is that I have avoided all after hours spots since the incident.
Oh well, you win some and you lose some.
And on this day I most certainly lost.
