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PaRaNoIa Reviewed by PaRaNoIa on . I am the last toker Two years ago it was a common ritual for all of my friends to get together and smoke out, go out on the town, play a few video games maybe; the usual. Today, an inability for what I like to call "moderation" has corrupted one half into indulging junk-heads (of other hard drugs), and the other half into rehabilitated clean-as-a-whistle straight arrows. It's one thing when a guy moves away and you have a small smoke to celebrate when they come back or something, but your whole smoke-circle Rating: 5