Oh, Oh! look at the stoner rolling his eyes at moi! :lol:
But yeah. Lunch is the best time to spark one up. duh.
I did too but I lived in terror of my tyrannical father. One day, many years later, it dawned on me that I had become an anarchist because of my dad. I thanked him for that.Hated school, droped out after grade ten.
What were they stapled to and how did you chew the metal bits?French fries and coffee were a staple.
Disco Cliff eh?I loved sports. I sat in the bleachers with the girls while the jocks slapped each other's asses on the field and snapped each other's balls with wet towels in the shower room. I became the best dancer in our school. That got me more attention from the girls than all the aching muscles and broken bones the jocks got.
We called it a "smoking patio".Smoking area. Yes there was still a smoking area when I went. Good place for sales.