Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "No, Really, It's Jet-Lag: I Was Pulling Weed":
Then I piled up the weed and burned it. I love that smell of weed burning.
Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Kilgore: Weed, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
Kilgore: I love the smell of weed in the morning. You know, one time we had a class bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' Luthrun body. The smell, you know that agricultural smell, the whole room. Smelled like
Kilgore: graduation. Someday this degree's gonna end...