That reminds me of the time when I stayed with my mom in far northwest Washington, and it was winter. She'd always say she could smell anything a mile away, so whenever we'd blaze, we'd start with putting on layers of clothes. Then we'd drive somewhere remote and start removing the layers of clothes till we were down to just our practically nothings. We'd throw our clothes out the window on the snow, and usually hotbox the car out, then we'd put our clothes back on, damn they were frozen sometimes, cuz we'd be chillin and forgetting the time LOL. My mom never knew