I saw my landlord on the street this afternoon after Pilates and told him I'm essentially hibernating until the weather decides to cooperate. He doesn't seem to mind the heat, so I asked him what his secret was. First he said, "Cannabis." I chortled heartily and genuinely. And then, so I wouldn't think he was some sort of drug addict, he said, "Jean Naté," and described to me how he douses his body with it immediately following a shower and is thus refreshed upon its evaporation. The ultimate chill.
So now I'm torn. I mean, I don't partake in either substance, at least not anymore. The last time I indulged in the first option was probably in 1988, and the last time I even saw a bottle of Jean Naté was probably 1972.
Which do you suggest? Please take my fabulous mini-poll and let me know. Thanks.
It's been a while since I've had a joint, but it was always enjoyable.
This Jean Naté sounds dire. If I ever do think I'm about to smell it, I'll be sure and have my dog Miles with me, so he can fart to neutralise the terrible odour
(ps. British spellings used.)
Offered by: Max on August 6, 2002 2:16 AMIsn't Jean Nate a gateway scent to Charlie?
Offered by: tim on August 5, 2002 7:05 PMall hail cannabis! *bows down* ;)
Offered by: alie on August 5, 2002 6:25 PMI wish to vote but I wish to cast my ballot intelligently and I must consider my options carefully and impartially.
Having spent the last years of my youth in Ann Arbor, Michigan—then affectionately known as the Dope Capital of the Midwest—I feel that, although I have not succumbed to its allure in quite some time, I have a moral obligation to vote for the weed whose primary evil is its own illicitly and whose effect I have always found utterly charming.
Also, considering myself to be a man of impeccable taste; a man who prefers the odor of a paste made of rotten sardines, fecal matter and turpentine; a man who would rather drink his own vomit than to catch a whiff of Jean Naté, I have to be absolutely certain not to let my prejudice for the product get in the way of assessing its ability to soothe a skin tortured by summer’s sweltering heat and oppressive humidity.
After long and careful consideration, I offer you my sage advice:
Fire up the bong! Party time!Pray make way. I shall now enter the voting booth.
Offered by: Mad Genius on August 5, 2002 6:12 PMBaked Jodi. Now *that* would be a trip. ;)
Offered by: Kelly on August 5, 2002 5:54 PM
