Ahhaha, this article is hysterical...
The fragrance of weed reminds me of burnt pizza. Because every time I
get high, I throw a pizza in the oven. And every pizza I’ve tried to
bake have overbaked because I was baked. Then I’m sitting there
contemplating, “Do I smell smoke? This is weird. I must be really high.
How could I smell smoke when my nose is in this girl’s vagina? Is that
even a vagina? It feels more like an avocado. Oh wait, it’s my pillow
drool.”