Funniest weed related story from my experience at PSU: my roommate returns from a night of tokin’ it up and has the munchies. Illegal? Technically. A problem in and of itself? Not really, especially since we have plenty of snack food around.

But then, a problem: thanks to his temporary chemical enhancement, he has little to no muscle control, and is throwing cereal all around the room while trying to pour it in the bowl. Eventually, enough lands in the bowl to constitute a bowl of cereal, at which point he goes for the milk. Realizing this could end up as a big problem, I pour the milk for him, get him a spoon, and tell him to dig in.

Several minutes pass, with the roommate (also a BSD member) staring into the bowl and growing increasingly frustrated. Eventually it starts: laugh crying. Little more than a whimper at first, it grows into a sad scene, with the roommate becoming so frustrated that he smacks the bowl across the room (milk and all).

Me: Dude, what’s wrong?
Roommate: **** (my name) man, I forgot how to eat

He has forgotten how to eat. He finds this both hysterically funny (How does somebody forget how to eat? Even while baked, the humor is not lost on him.) and very depressing (The prospect of starvation is not a pleasant one.), hence the laugh-crying.

That story happened fairly early in our Freshman year, and it’s a good thing: it remained funny for four years.

I don’t hate it.