I gave a 63-year-old lady one of my steamrollers, then showed her how to smoke out of it, yesterday. She smokes for her appetite, not because she was hit in the head with a baseball bat.

Five times she slumped over (as she was already sitting Indian-style), her one eye slanted-upward slightly (baseball bat), and, looked at me to ask, "Now, what do you call this, again?"

I just don't see the sarcasm.

But, it's weird how we both met older ladies, recently. Except, I smoked with her while my girlfriend was beside me, with her dog.