Smoke: That Evil Internet

They warn about the dangers of Internet dating. But nobody warns you about the dangers of getting shitfaced on Jack, passing out and waking up next to a 3-ton Mama in boxer shorts with a ring on your finger and a one-way ticket to Port St. Johns, do they? Print journalists scorn Internet ones in the most remarkable case of pot, kettle and black.

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