My best friend and I were looking for an apartment last June, He had just smoked a bong before we went for the interview. It was very formal, with two old bald men asking all sorts of questions in what looked like the principle,s office in my old High School. They were directing all of their questions at me and I was answering them but I wasn,t certain how my friend felt so I said "What do you think, Jim", he stood up and cracked up laughing and said "I,ve got to get to fuck outta here!", and left, leaving me there, I,m sure my face was purple, I thought, how do I explain that?, so I ran out behind him. When I caught up with him he was sitting behind the wheel of my car still laughing. Those guys will remember us the rest of their lives.