- If you’re in my house, you’ll smoke my weed. (Unless you have something I just have to try.)
- If you have a cold, or you feel one coming on, say something for garsh sakes. I’ll load up your own pipe, roll you your own doobie, whatever, I don’t care, just don’t pass on your cold.
- If we’re smoking a doobie, and you’re telling a story, stop talking, take a hit, pass it on, and finish your story. Don’t sit there talking, waving the joint around like a conductor leading an orchestra.
- If someone has the decency to follow rule #3, don’t be a dick and start a different conversation while the storyteller is taking a hit.
- Don’t announce that “this is cashed,” and dump out a bowl just because you want to try something else. Weed is cashed when it’s ashed. In case you’re wondering, ash is grey.
- If you turn a doobie into a wet mess, just apologize; it’s OK as you long as you take responsibility.
- A joint doesn’t need to have the ash tapped off every time it’s passed. Stop screwing around; hit it, and pass it on.
- If you spill bong-water, you’re a putz. Your best bet is to clean it up and beg forgiveness.
- If you’re already plenty high, no shame in saying, ”No más.”
- Respect my dog. He is second-in-command.