Indeed, you did imbibe and partake of the blue-smoke. But did you tell them that you did these things in JerkMeOff, U.S.A.? You know, where pigs squeal and chickens run roughshot through the never-ending woods? Where fires run amok and over there... a single-toothed feller with an odd stare plucks away on his banjo... and dreams about the mountains... and fucking the goats...
... ah... good times...