Okay, I once knew a guy who had a friend, and the friend's brother knew this kid who had an uncle who was a midget.
The midget told us he lived in a dorm back in the '70's, and they used to do something called Gin Bong Hits.
Apparently, as the story goes, they would smoke Kingston SuperSkunk with the big purple buds in a water pipe...except instead of water, they used a high-proof gin.
To hear him tell it, there was some kind of synchronous affect with inhalation of the alcohol fumes and the ganja that left the participants well, drooling, and a little...close to paralysis.
I can't comment on these experiences, 'cause I wasn't there or anything, but he used to tell the story in a hushed tone as if there was some reverence for the legend.
You'll just have to take it with a grain of salt.
Or, a shot of gin.
'Nuthin' new under the sun.
FigMonk
