Maybe you need to partake of some joints to help your poor joints?

Apart from my wife, I DID inhale when I was younger. She told me that if I ever started that up, we were over. Who knows what ganja does to the mind long term. Plus there are still so many beers, ales, stouts, meads, etc that I haven't had yet. It was funny, 20+ years ago, when we had neighbors, their kids asked about getting high. their father said 'Ask Pinky! I'm sure he can fill you guys in!'. I was shocked, but started telling them about what I thought getting high was about when I was a kid. I said turn around really fast for a minute of so then stop, and empty your pockets. They dad laughed and wondered about the empty pockets. 'They don't give that stuff away for free! Not that I could have bought New York, but I sure could have afforded a few nice things if I didn't blow so much money on weed!' They laughed.
Then the conversation devolved into being gay, and I had nothing to impart and left. The dad told me a few days alter that they talked about it for a while after I left (the weed) and he said what I said might have sunk in. I finished the 'weed talk' with the story of the last time I got high. The weed had to be bad, infected, infested, who knows, but it smelt bad and I had a headache that lasted over a week. Others that were there said it was okay, but YUCK! Nope. Then I realized that I was smoking and breathing the smoke from something I had no idea where it came from, or if anything had been added to it. Yeah, BIG REALIZATION! Wow... That was the end of my 'druggie daze'...
But I know the lingo, the smell, the look. Once the wife asked 'What's that smell?'. Oh, some good s**t!



Doing recreational drugs just isn't worth it. Especially now. (Funny that the Fox News 'fentanyl Halloween Massacre' they played up to the orbit of Pluto was a bust. *shrug*)