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My Army Journal on How to Smoke Pot

by Tony Whitaker

I tell ya’ what ya do
Ya’ toke this one hit bowl
and just wait
This stuff creeps up on ya’
After five minutes you’ll see
how far you’ll go
Then decide whether
to take another

05/19/2007

Posted on 05/19/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 05/19/07 at 04:20 PM

Oh Tony! This is priceless. Chip and I roared over it. You've inspired us. Neither of us had the presence (probably too busy feeding the munchkins) of mind to journal some of the hilarious stuff... but we will be working on a collab now. The stories we could tell... Thanks for giving us such a great laugh!

Posted by A. Paige White on 05/19/07 at 04:23 PM

p.s. Chip was a Coastie busy looking for the smugglin druggies -between tokes-... quite a few years ago, lol, I might add...

Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 05/19/07 at 05:10 PM

Looking back reminds you of where you came from, and it is good to see you don't regret a minute. I am starting to grow to like my past because I am who I am now yada yada. Great write sir. ~JPP

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/20/07 at 02:13 AM

ha ha ha. i learned to smoke cigarettes, drink beer and dance in the army...and i regret nothing (though i did quit smoking as soon as i got out).

Posted by Alisa Js on 05/22/07 at 03:28 AM

!!! LOL !!! Isn't that the truth! Especially the buds from Maui... !!! WOW !!! alisa

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 11/09/11 at 06:21 AM

ha ha ;)

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