I'm constantly having conversations with myself. It makes me think I should become a playwright. Of course, I can never remember anything long enough to actually write it down, with some notable exceptions. I happened to be sitting at my desk with a Word document open while smoking a bowl when this one flashed through my mind. I was therefore able to type it up immediately, and now I'll share it with you oh unsuspecting reader.
“It’s better if you have to suck harder.”
“Oh yeah, why is that?”
“Because then more of the good stuff gets forced down your throat.”
“And what exactly is ‘the good stuff’?”
“All of the white stuff in the barrel.”
“Don’t you mean the chamber?”
“Sure.”
(picture is of Dave smoking my pipe up at the platform)