Puffers
Back in the day, when I was a rebellious 14yr old, me and one mate of the day would sneak off to "the hill" to make small bonfires and smoke those dried hollow plants that sometimes grow/appear in the English countryside in summer. This was a because we were too young to buy real cigarettes but wanted to be 'ard and try it anyway, coughing our guts up while trying to pretend it was "good shit man" - it was fucking awful in retrospect.

Yeah, I cringe while writing this too. Once we tried stuffing these plants with dried leaves "for extra flavour" like, and we packed a couple in bog-roll and headed into town - proudly puffing away on these home-made abominations as we walked town-wards.
One trampy looking fella approached us enquiring "say lads, don't suppose you've got a spare cigarette?". Naturally, we oblidged and offered him one of the pre-made puffers we'd packed, which he gladly accepted and off he went.

I saw him several months later; having given up puffers pretty much the day after we gave him one (thank god), and he asked the same question. I said to him "I'm out mate, but you're the guy I gave a puffer to back in [insert month here] right?! How was it?". He replied "Yeah mate! It was bangin' like! Proper fucked me right up....mental!" in that raspy trampy fashion they talk in.

I hadn't the heart to tell him what they really were; he probably assumed it was some kind of exotic splif of some kind, but apparently he had a good time anyway...

Length? Can't remember, but it "fucks you right up!" apparently.
( slippery doctore, Wed 19 Mar 2008, 20:29, Reply)