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Well my funniest is a little personal so I will keep it to myself...
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In 1964, a friend of mine, Larry, was in a debate at an upper crust debate club in Pasadena, CA. He took the affirmative side in the debate: SHOULD MARIJUANA BE LEGAL? A conservative old money rich guy, Wilbert, took the opposing side.
Larry won the debate hands down because had a lot of documented facts and was very witty and articulate, while his opponent leaned on traditional conservative beliefs and was stodgy and boring.
Feeling sorry for his humiliated opponent, Larry invited him to dinner back to Larry's apartment in Hollywood which he shared with friends. I had been invited to the dinner party and was already there.
Larry and Wilbert walked into the apartment just as the host finished preparing a big pot of taco meat [i]stewed all day long with marijuana and hashish.[/i]
The tortillas were frying as they walked in, talking about the debate, each trying to ease any leftover antagonism with tact and friendliness.
No one in the room had the nerve to explain the situation to Wilbert. Larry quickly realized what was happening. We'd smoked some pot before Wilbert's arrival. Everyone was caught between nervousness and laughter; people left the room suddenly and went to the back of the apartment to release their laughter.
Understand it was [i]1964![/i] No one knew anything much about pot back then. It was a felony in all states, even California where we were. No one wanted to be the one to confess a felony to a very conservative man who'd just lost a debate to what would soon be called a "hippie." It just did not seem like a good idea.
After we'd tried to do what we could to discourage him from eating-- told him it was "extremely spicy," discussed going out for pizza, offered leftover meatloaf-- we finally gave up as he ate THREE of our tacos.
Wilbert had brought his bicycle with him in Larry's station wagon. After he'd eaten, Wilbert announced he'd have to get going because it was a long bicycle ride back to Pasadena and it was almost sundown.
We were frozen, exchanging glances. A few people tried to insist he stay. He went out the door thanking us for a great meal.
After a few seconds of paralyzed silence, Larry and two other guys jumped up and ran after him, while everyone watched from the front porch. They said Goodbye to him in the street, shook hands, and we all waved at him as he bicycled away.
A minute later, Larry and friend jumped into his station wagon and followed him.
They tailed Wilbert all the way to Pasadena but he rode OK. Wilbert never saw them. He got home OK, thank God. (The next day his girlfriend said he called her later saying he felt funny, but then he slept it off).
Back at the apartment, we ate the rest of the tacos, and we laughed a lot after getting a call from a phone booth in Pasadena saying Wilbert was home and OK. To this day, everyone in our old hippie group, the ones left all these years later, bursts out laughing whenever anyone mentions the Chesley-Donovan Debate Society of Pasadena.
Larry won the debate hands down because had a lot of documented facts and was very witty and articulate, while his opponent leaned on traditional conservative beliefs and was stodgy and boring.
Feeling sorry for his humiliated opponent, Larry invited him to dinner back to Larry's apartment in Hollywood which he shared with friends. I had been invited to the dinner party and was already there.
Larry and Wilbert walked into the apartment just as the host finished preparing a big pot of taco meat [i]stewed all day long with marijuana and hashish.[/i]
The tortillas were frying as they walked in, talking about the debate, each trying to ease any leftover antagonism with tact and friendliness.
No one in the room had the nerve to explain the situation to Wilbert. Larry quickly realized what was happening. We'd smoked some pot before Wilbert's arrival. Everyone was caught between nervousness and laughter; people left the room suddenly and went to the back of the apartment to release their laughter.
Understand it was [i]1964![/i] No one knew anything much about pot back then. It was a felony in all states, even California where we were. No one wanted to be the one to confess a felony to a very conservative man who'd just lost a debate to what would soon be called a "hippie." It just did not seem like a good idea.
After we'd tried to do what we could to discourage him from eating-- told him it was "extremely spicy," discussed going out for pizza, offered leftover meatloaf-- we finally gave up as he ate THREE of our tacos.
Wilbert had brought his bicycle with him in Larry's station wagon. After he'd eaten, Wilbert announced he'd have to get going because it was a long bicycle ride back to Pasadena and it was almost sundown.
We were frozen, exchanging glances. A few people tried to insist he stay. He went out the door thanking us for a great meal.
After a few seconds of paralyzed silence, Larry and two other guys jumped up and ran after him, while everyone watched from the front porch. They said Goodbye to him in the street, shook hands, and we all waved at him as he bicycled away.
A minute later, Larry and friend jumped into his station wagon and followed him.
They tailed Wilbert all the way to Pasadena but he rode OK. Wilbert never saw them. He got home OK, thank God. (The next day his girlfriend said he called her later saying he felt funny, but then he slept it off).
Back at the apartment, we ate the rest of the tacos, and we laughed a lot after getting a call from a phone booth in Pasadena saying Wilbert was home and OK. To this day, everyone in our old hippie group, the ones left all these years later, bursts out laughing whenever anyone mentions the Chesley-Donovan Debate Society of Pasadena.
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looking4snoopysgirl · 56-60, M
You have to tell us now Hailey!!
Haileygamer099 · F
no its personal...