I will always remember that back in the 80s , I could hear my roommate get up on a Saturday morning and scraping the resin off the bong to hit it as hard as he could then turn on Pee Wee's Playhouse and laugh his ass off. Then go back to bed.
That's great. I've wondered how often people ask about the basement at The Alamo.
I worked with a lady named Dotti for a while. I'd often tell her that I was a loner...a rebel. She didn't get it.