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Strangely enough, my eyes don't turn bloodshot when I smoke up.

I giggle like a maniac when I inhale the lingering scent on my shirt.

My favorite part is threading my fingers through the smoke tendrils that inevitably waft up and away into oblivion.

Flaming Lips is very nice to listen to when I'm mellowed.

And pipes are better--always.