How I Met the Yankee Inhaler

Adventures during my teenage years were often energized with a healthy inhale of Cannabis. The summer of 1977 featured some memorable shenanigans and a cannabis pipe I had never seen since.

My 17th year was a typical for a teenager of the 70s with the required amount of rebellion and angst. I was fortunate to spend the end of my summer hanging around in Vermont far away from my parents and in the company of locals Kevin and Rob. It was a magical time with strong memories of a carefree farewell to the last summer of my high school years.

One particular evening, Kevin, Rob and I hunkered around a backyard fire pit. Blue Oyster Cult was blasting from Rob’s car in concert with a choir of nocturnal insects. The fireside discussion settled upon a rumored pot patch. Apparently, there was a small garden growing against a farm house on a lonely section of road just outside of town. Before long, the three us packed into the getaway vehicle and were on our way to stealing some weed. We loudly sang “Don’t Steal My Reefer” as BOC’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper” raged on the car’s tortured speakers.

Since I was the youngest of the group, I was selected as the designated thief. I would cut the weed, run to the road where the getaway car would pull up for the pickup and we would flee into the night with our green booty.

With Bowie knife in hand, I jumped from the vehicle and slipped into the pasture beside the target. I watched as Kevin and Rob drove out of sight then proceeded toward the house. I crept through the tall grass and up to the small garden. Sure enough there were Cannabis plants growing amongst the tomatoes and squash. I went to work chopping the stems and gathering up the 6 foot plants one by one. With my arms straining to contain the giant harvest and the crime fully engaged, my heightened senses detected what may have been a screen door squeal… Panic time.

In a flash of fear, I dropped the knife and sprinted toward the open pasture clutching my ill gotten gain. With such a bail of Cannabis in my arms combined with the darkness of night it was impossible to see where I was running. At full teen speed, I ran blindly through the field fueled by fear. The first fall was a spectacular cartwheel into a large ditch that appeared without warning. I never let go of the precious cargo, landing atop the bundle. With an athletic snap to my feet, I was running again before I even knew I was upright.

The adrenalin surge was real and my romp through the pasture was nearing its end. I could see headlights on the road ahead. Then my feet made contact with an extremely large and still moist cow pie. Anyone familiar with farm life will tell you a cow’s poop has the coefficient of friction similar to the banana peel. Upon entering the “pie”, my feet were propelled forward at 10 times the rate of the rest of my body. With cartoon-like choreography, I was launched into the air, hovering above the ground just long enough to realize the next instant was going to be unpleasant.

With a an extremely squishy splat, I landed on my back into the enormous pile of dung. But the weed was safe. Back on my feet and quickly toward the approaching lights, I ignored the pain and odor as I saw salvation ahead. I reached the edge of the field and jumped out into the road.

The vehicle drew closer and I was looking directly into the lights, impairing my vision. I did not care… I got the weed and I was home free. I stood in the road so my getaway vehicle could pick me up as planned. The car pulled up slowly. Peering around the bundle of contraband, I focused on my ride.

It was not Kevin and Rob.

As the mysterious car pulled up, I saw the driver window go down and the unknown occupant staring disbelievingly at the walking bush before them. There was nothing I could do but stare back. And the car pulled away quickly with a chirp and a leap into the darkness. I believe my mouth was still open when Kevin and Rob drove up a minute later, their hysterical laughing echoing across the valley.

Standing on a dark and lonely back road in Vermont covered with cow shit and desperately grasping an enormous bundle of stolen weed, I planned my next move as my laughing transport came to a stop. I was not amused. Neither was Rob when I fumbled the door open, flopped across his back seat and commanded him to drive.

Before Rob’s foot hit the gas pedal, the stench from my cow shit covered self hit his nose. It must have struck Kevin’s nose as well as suddenly the laughing stopped and the gagging began. I ignored their over-animated retching and continued to scream for a hasty get away. I was still clutching the cannabis lying across the back seat, unable to move. With a squeal, Rob took off toward the only destination the made sense.

When Rob pulled into the parking lot of the 24 hour laundry mat I was sure I was in the company of a genius.

It was 2AM. Not a soul in sight. I was covered in cow shit. There was weed that needed to be dried. We had quarters. There really was no other place we could go. Rob dug out a pillow case and some gnarly gym shorts out from his trunk. I stumbled from the car, still clutching the precious bundle and headed into the all night laundry with my two chuckling accomplices.

The plan was simple… we would dry all the weed by stuffing the pillow case and throwing it into the dryer. I would be able to wash my cow shit clothes at the same time. Again, genius.

We went to work stripping off the foliage and stuffing the pillowcase. The weed was clearly not ready as there were but tiny flowers. We didn’t care. Some of the leaves were huge and we stuck them on the windows and walls like cling-on decals. I remember the amazement I experienced at the adhesive quality of wet pot leaves as we decorated the laundry room.

We had been in that laundry mat drying our stash for a while. The entire space reeked of cannabis. Stems littered the floor and the windows and walls were decorated like a Rastafarian day care. We were just wrapping up our stay at the washateria when Kevin called out for our attention. It appears there was a vehicle on its way down the long access road to the laundry. Somehow Kevin could tell it was a “Statie” from that distance. We did not question his vision and sprung into action.

I grabbed my moist clothes, Kevin grabbed the weed. Rob was already headed to the car for the second get away of the evening. We quickly piled into the vehicle leaving the laundry covered in pot leaves and smelling like a hippie hoedown. It was eerily quiet as Rob drove down that long dirt access road toward the approaching police cruiser.

We passed the Vermont State Police officer without incident. Maybe he was headed in to do his laundry? We didn’t care… When Rob reached the end of the dirt road, he squealed onto the main road and sped toward Kevin’s house. He parked out back and we hunkered down in the getaway car. We waited there for some sort of police action but none happened. We had gotten away with it and now have a big ole pillowcase of weed.

There was only one thing left to do…

We sat in the car, with Blue Oyster Cult breaking the silence once again. Kevin was in the back with his hands in the sack of weed. Rob leaned across the front seat and gave his glovebox a healthy “thwam”. The door swung down and a funky shape fell out into Rob’s waiting hand.

What is THAT?

Rob was grasping the oddly shaped piece of wood as he motioned to Kevin for the sack of weed. When Kevin held the pillowcase open, Rob stuck his hand in and pinched a generous plug of pot. He filled the hole in the wood and finished with a tap of the thumb. Rob held up the wooden bowl and flicked open his Zippo light with a satisfying “snick”.

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I watched the glow of the Zippo flame illuminate Rob as he brought the mystery to his lips. The way he cradled the pipe was unlike any smoker I’ve seen. As if he was about to blow on a trumpet, Rob “kissed” the odd mouth piece and puffed a few clouds from the smokestack in his hand.

As Rob handed the smoking wooden shape to me, he explained that this was his “no wetness” pipe. I “kissed” the bowl and inhaled deeply. A satisfying yet somewhat ambitious lungful had me coughing like a newbie. Rob laughed and urged me to “go easy”. Kevin joined in and said with authority “If you don’t cough, you don’t get off.”

We passed that hunk of wood around for hours, filling the car with smoke in true hotbox perfection. I really liked that bowl and pressed Rob for the details on its origin. As it turns out, Rob worked in a furniture shop and used the lathe and a scrap chunk of cherry wood on his lunch break to craft his little smoker. Kevin and I urged Rob to make more, assuring him he could sell hundreds.

I never saw Rob or Kevin since then but those memories remain. I always hoped to see that bowl again but it was never to be. Which is why I have decided to resurrect that pipe from my memory. It seemed only natural to name the pipe the Yankee Inhaler as it has Yankee origins and kinda looks like an inhaler used by asthmatics.

Look for a new, hand crafted Yankee Inhaler smoker coming soon.

Classic Soapstone Pipes

Cornhole Reliable Bud It had been so long since I’ve seen a soapstone bowl I forgot how awesome they are. During the Reliable Bud Fiesta de Mayo BYOC on Saturday May 26th, I was reacquainted with the classic soapstone pipe. Just the sight of all those hand carved pipes brought back a flood of memories. I carried a soapstone pipe for years, usually reserving its use for hash or as a one-hitter. I remember that perennial pocket lump comforting me with the knowledge that I could get high at anytime. Alas, my beloved bowl ended up at the bottom of a lake, sinking like the stone it was. I was thinking it was high time for a replacement.

A perfect material for pipes, soapstone leaves no taste and it is very durable. It has the bonus property of being an easy material to carve with hand tools. The soapstone comes from quarries all across North American. Craftsman Terry Harlow of Paleolithic Pipes displayed his stone children with pride. There were so many pipes to choose from with a wide variety of cool shapes and interesting colors.

Terry offers Stone Pipe Making Workshops for aspiring soapstone carvers. He will supply all the tools and materials needed to learn the process and you’ll get to keep your creations from the course. You’re advised to contact Terry directly through the website for the details.

It took a while but I found the perfect pipe for the Yankee Stoner. This little pipe is a joy to hold. The finish on these pipes is a simple buffed beeswax that feels great in your hand. The rectangular shape prevents the bowl from tipping over or rolling onto the floor. The pipe has a perfect bowl size for two. Our new soapstone pipe carved by Terry Harlow from Paleolithic Pipes is an awesome addition to our collection of smoking accessories.

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Focusvape Herb Vaporizer

There is no real way to sugar coat it… smoking is bad for you.

For anyone who is a chronic smoker (such as myself) you are probably very attached to your smoking habit. At some point, the lungs of the consistent cannabis toker will begin to protest and breathing will eventually become difficult. That being said, there are many non combustible cannabis “dosing” methods out there to try that reduce the negative effects of inhaling smoke. Dry herb vaporizing is one lighterless method and the Focusvape is a dry herb vaporizer couch-tested by the Yankee Stoner.

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There are two basic types of vape systems – dry herb vaporizrs and liquid/oil/wax vaporizers. There are systems that do both I choose to keep the systems separate to get the maximum effect from the substance used. The dry herb vaporizer appealed to me because dry herb is easier to get and less expensive. Additionally, vaping cannabis flower is closest, for me, to smoking – something I still enjoy.

In a nut shell, vaporizing “boils” the active ingredients into a breathable vapor by using a carefully regulated heat source. Since all chemicals have their own specific boiling temperarture as a property, the vaporizer can be dialed into a temperature range that will vaporize the cannabinods and terpenes, keeping any combustible poisons unburned and out of your lungs.

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The Focusvape is a typical vaporizer with components necessary for effective dosing. The most important feature of any vape is the precise control of the temperature. This requires the ability to set the thermostat and know when the desired temperature is reached. The Focusvape uses a digital indicator that will that is easy to set and big enough for this old man to read it. When the target temp is reached, the Focusvape will even vibrate in your hand to let you know.

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The ceramic “oven” is deep and easy to access. I like the glass mouthpiece on the screw-off chamber cover with no O-rings or tiny bits that fall on the floor when apart. The herb goes in easy, cleans out even easier. The unit is turned on with 3 presses of the side buttons. The display will show the current temperature which should be counting towards the preset temp. This is a no-nonsense tool that will get the job done without needing an engineering degree to figure it out.

The recommendation for the Focusvape came from our local dispensary and we weren’t disappointed. At $130, it was a considerable investment. but it will last. The battery, while rechargable (using an included USB cord), is still replacable unlike many models out there. Additionally, the Focusvape has a rubbery “skin” and graspable shape designed for portability.

What would make the Focusvape better is a simple flat edge. On the slightest inclined surface, the Focusvape will quickly roll off. Since this vape has considerable heft, hitting the floor from a few feet could be disastrous. If the glass mouthpiece breaks, however, there is a replacement along with a nifty cleaning tool, some replacement “screens” and a bunch of alcohol wipes included with the unit.

The Focusvape is a solid unit that produces a substantial cloud when used correctly. Each “bowl pack” will provide 6 good hits of vapor before you’ll want to reload. So far we are pleased with this vaporizer and we would recommend it to anyone wanting to switch from combustion to vaping for the first time.

You’re Rolling Your Joints Wrong.

If you’re not using Glass Tips when you roll one up, then you’re not smoking the best joint.

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Glass Tips take the hand rolled cannabis smoking experience to the next level. These tiny smoking accessories make any joint classy, clean and cool without technology or great investment.

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The Glass Tip is simply a tiny tube of glass with little dimples inside. When rolling a doobie, one only needs to place the glass tube halfway into the joint. When rolled correctly, the glass tip will become the reefer’s mouthpiece and finger grip. Without a doubt, smoking with a glass tip is always better.

  • Reusable and washable
  • Smoke more of the joint, no “roach”
  • No slobber is absorbed by a paper end
  • Nice, clean and even rolled shape
  • No more burned fingers
  • less chance of sucking in the cherry (called Wu-Tanging)

RAW tipsI’ve been using a rolled a paper filter for quite a while. RAW makes pre-shaped and perforated filter papers that are a vast improvement over no filter at all. Of course you’ll need to stop smoking the joint when it gets close to the end because that paper will burn. Once you start rolling using the Glass Tips , those paper filters seem a bit getto. All my home rolled will be Glass Tipped from now on.

I was introduced to the Glass Tip at the 420 Party. As soon as I tried one, I knew I had to get some of my own. Dank Tips was the first company to come up when I Googled “glass tips”. I was amazed that I hadn’t tried these things before. I ordered both “straight tips” and “tornado tips” from Dank Tips and received them lickety-split.

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If you roll using a paper filter, switching over to a Glass Tip roll will be an easy transition as the glass holds its shape when “twisting one up”. The Glass Tip also works well in those hand rolling machines we’ve all seen. Either way, the Glass Tips makes rolling easier once you get the hang of it.

tornado tipThe Tornado Tips are glass as well. There is a twisty piece of glass inside. When inhaling with a Tornado Tip, the smoke has a longer path to travel and cools down a bit, leaving tars and ash on that twisted core. Could using this Tip actually be a safer way to smoke Cannabis?

I urge you to give the Glass Tip a try if you haven’t already. It is a vast improvement over the soggy, nasty roach we’ve been passing to one another for decades. Welcome to the Age of Glass.

You can find all the Glass Tips you’ll ever need at Dank Tips: www.danktips.com and at your neighborhood smoke shop.

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Bong Hits

The Bong is the most iconic piece of marijuana smoking gear. Nothing says “stoner” like a big ole glass bong on the coffee table. And with good reason. No other smoking device will stuff the lungs with so much smoke in one “hit”.

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I’ve been smoking weed for more than 40 years. During that time the bong has gone through some thoughtful design changes.

The first bong I had the pleasure to know was a massive 4 footer called Blue Max. To use this plastic lungbuster required 2 people: the smoker and the lighter. The “carburetor” hole was nearly an arm’s length from the mouthpiece. When you took your finger off of that hole… BOOM.

These days, the carb hole is gone and nobody smokes out of plastic anymore.

Obviously, glass, specifically: borosilicate glass, is the material of choice. Specially manufactured to be heat and shatter resistant, a good glass bong will last a lifetime. If you don’t drop it, of course. Glass is easiest to clean, adds no taste and there is no fear of plastic leaching into your bong hits.

That carburetor hole, the source of bong water leakage for decades, has been replaced by simply lifting the bowl from the stem. Genius! Oh, and that classic metal bowl found on nearly every bong of the 70s has been replaced with a glass bowl. The fittings on the glass bowl and bowl stem feature a frosted surface that keeps the glass pieces from locking together. Yup, today’s Bongs are more like chemistry lab glassware.

There are four basic Bong types: The Homemade Bong, The Art Bong, The Rube Goldberg Bong and the Laboratory Bong.

The Homemade Bong needs little description yet is the most diverse of the bongs. We have all seen and maybe even smoked from that home crafted device that could be fashioned from a hunk of PVC pipe, a beer can, a watermelon, soda bottles, bamboo… I could go on. Usually featuring duct tape, aluminum foil or some questionable adhesive, inhaling from this bong might not be the most healthy way to inhale. A true Bong needs water to work. With the Homemade Bong, there was always the chance of a bongwater spill. Anyone that has experienced a bongwater incident can back me up when I tell you NOT to spill the bongwater.

The Art Bong is just that… art. These bongs look great on the coffee table. Often sporting fantasy themes like dragons, wizards and such. Sometimes these bongs can be awkward to smoke from (“…put your mouth on the Serpent’s butt, hold your finger on it’s penis and light it’s head… “). If you put a lamp shade on the Art Bong, you can transform that scorned piece of drug paraphernalia into a tasteful source of illumination that smells rude.

The Rube Goldberg Bong references the famous cartoonist from the 40s and 50s. Rube Goldberg drawings depicted crazy, convoluted machines that did otherwise simple tasks.

Head Shops will have multiple shelves of these things for sale. A big seller, the Rube Goldberg Bong dazzles and delights the stoned shopper into an impulse buy. Usually multi-chambered with tubes and coils attached to valves and aerators… its all very complicated but also very cool. Until you try to clean it.

Finally there is the Laboratory Bong. This, in my opinion, is the only bong you’ll need. Those other bongs end up in the closet, the trash or bookshelf, never to be smoked from again. The “Lab Bong” gets the job done efficiently and without additional nonsense.

Typically this bong is a combination of a straight glass tube, a removable bowl stem and a glass bowl. A tool in its purest form, this Bong group is simple to operate, easy to clean and will usually have replaceable parts and upgrades like dab mods and ash catchers. The Laboratory Bong is usually an every day smoker that you’ll probably get very attached to.

Remember, your own Bong choice can define your personality. Just as a pet can sometimes “mirror” their owner, your Bong choice speaks volumes about who you really are.

Tee Shirt Weather

The weather finally turned the corner up here in New England. We Yankees have the daily wardrobe issue this time of year when the mornings require the jacket but the afternoons turn into a hot humid mess. As the Yankee Stonette likes to say: “It’s as if we didn’t have a Spring.” I will go out on a limb here and assume Tee Shirt weather has finally arrived.

Yup, I like to make tee-shirts from my artwork. I have an endless supply of drawings doing nothing but sitting in a folder. I was a screen printer last century. Back then I would have printed a shirt now and again from these drawings. I only wore shirts I made myself for nearly 2 decades. Alas, I no longer have access to all that screen printing gear so I use an On-Line printing service to get my designs on fabric. It’s much cleaner that way.

I try to add a couple of new designs a month. The “tee shirt designer” function in the Yankee Stoner “store” allows you to create your own products or you can choose some I’ve already made available. The images are digitally printed on the fabric. I purchased a few shirts and washed the shit outa them and the images still look great.


Check back now and then to see new designs, I’m always drawing something. Got an idea you’d like me to draw? Let me know!

You can browse the Yankee Stoner collection in our Yankee Stoner Web Store.

My Years With Proto Pipe

Always a marijuana smoker and a gadget fan, I was instantly attracted to the Proto Pipe. The ultimate pot smokers’ pocket “tool”, the Proto Pipe represents the perfect marriage of functionality and design.

protopipe_adI first saw the “ad” for the Proto Pipe¬†in Dr Atomic’s Pipe and Dope Book, an underground comic by Larry Todd, creator of “Dr Atomic”. I knew I had to have one of my own. I got a postal money order, sent it off to Willits, CA and anxiously waited for my Proto.

When the package finally arrived, I was sent a notice to pick it up at the Post Office. Uh Oh. The “Feds” knew there was a marijuana pipe in the box. I was freaking out.

Keep in mind this was 1977. Drug paraphernalia was as illegal as the drugs themselves. I was stressing out over picking up the package. I gathered up all my courage and went in.

As it turned out, there was a COD charge (I could’ve figured that out if I read the pick up notice.) Apparently the Protopipe price had increased since the 1975 release date of the comic book ad. I paid the extra three bucks and grabbed my treasure.

The Proto Pipe was even better than I imagined. I was so elated with my purchase, I immediately bought a dozen more. The Proto Pipe company set up their own distribution system by giving deep discounts on multiple purchases. I received my dozen and sold them out in a day. I sold so many Proto Pipes that year, it seemed everybody had one. I was also the source for spare parts as most stoners lost the poker within a week.

I had 2 Proto Pipes for nearly 40 years, using one almost daily and the other put away as a spare. In 2014, I had one taken from me after a friend went through a stop sign without stopping. The police pulled us over, my friend was arrested for an outstanding warrant and I lost my beloved Protopipe. I also received a $100 fine for possession. One of the police officers was training another. He picked up the Proto and described it to the younger officer as a “one hitter”. I scoffed inwardly. My Proto Pipe was nearly twice the age of that policeman. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and not correct the officer.

Today, a genuine Proto Pipe can only be found on eBay or other “collector” sites. You will pay well over $100 for an original. There are a couple of copies out there but nothing will replace the Proto Pipe manufactured in Willits, California.

My First Grow – Part 1, the Grow Box.

Yup, I’m taking the plunge.

After the 420 Independence Party in Natick last week, I was motivated to make a grow box happen. A combination of a nutrient raffle prize and the gift of two cannabis clones, I felt it was time to start growing.

I had hoarded a cabinet last century that has been sitting in the basement waiting for this opportunity. At 3 feet by 2 feet and 3 feet tall, it was going to be a smaller grow box but I feel it will be enough to “get my feet wet”. The first 2 steps: paint the inside and buy the gear to get this grow box built.

The inside (and outside) of the cabinet is a black laminate. I used a can of Kilz white to mask over the black then I followed up with a coat of ceiling white. I felt that a flat white paint would be the easiest to apply and good for an even reflection of the grow light.

The next step was to visit my local grow store. I am lucky to have a great grow store the next town over from me. HTG Supply is one of the fastest growing indoor gardening suppliers in the United States with over 16 stores, mostly in the East. These are no-nonsense grow shops with all you would ever need to grow weed. I made the decision to go with soil over hydroponics. HTG Supply has all the stuff for both types of growing.

Here’s the list of all the stuff I bought from the grow store:

  • LED Light – 7 Band 2.1 “2 Pod”
  • 4″ GrowBright High Velocity Inline Fan
  • Growbright 4″ Carbon Filter
  • 120V Dual outlet timer
  • 4″ Metal Bracket Flange

When I was out, I picked up a 4″ rubber duct connector, a thin rear dryer duct and a 4″ hole saw. The wood I was cutting was a very dense particle board. I got the wrong type of hole cutter yet I persisted and bored 2 holes in the cabinet. The inlet will be at the bottom and the outlet will be the hole at the top, assisted with the fan. I hope placing the holes apart as I have will maximize the airflow.

Now it was time to mount the fan. I paid extra care here and mounted the unit super secure. When I cut the holes in the box, I made sure there was enough clearance to fit the motor/fan assembly.

On the outside of the box I mounted a “triple” outlet I had lying around and pushed it inside a hole I drilled through. A glob of hot glue and some adhesive pads and the plug is secure. I added a vent flourish for the exhaust hole because it was cheap and it looked cool. On the other side of the plug, on the inside, I plugged in the timer. Now it was time to mount the LED light bank.

The LED lights are in an easy to handle box assembly. It features convenient tabs to clip a hanging cable. I drilled 4 holes in the top of the unit, pulled the mounting cables through and clipped them together. Couldn’t have been easier. I can raise and lower the LED light box by adjusting the cables from the top of the grow box.

I added the carbon filter to the inline fan using the rubber connector. I made a support bracket from some aluminum I had bent around the filter and mounted to the inside top of the grow box. The inside was shaping up. I used some duct tape to work on some of the “light leaks”, especially around the intake venting. I will tighten up the rest as I see them.

It was time to bring the green children to their new home…

…to be continued.

The Googly Eyes Project

Nothing brings inanimate objects to life like a well placed pair of Googly Eyes. A super cheap plastic and paper novelty, Googly eyes have become the symbol for wacky fun and crazy antics right alongside the rubber chicken, chattering teeth or the classic nose glasses.

Also known as jiggly eyes, these little plastic tabs are meant to imitate eyeballs. Googly eyes traditionally are made of a white plastic or card backing covered by a clear, hard-plastic, bubble-like shell, encapsulating a free floating black plastic disk. The combination of a black circle over a white disk mimics the appearance of the sclera and pupil of the eyeball for an endlesly humorous effect. The inner black disk moves freely within the larger clear plastic bubble, which makes the eyes appear to move when the googly eyes are tilted or shaken.

Googly eyes have been around for a long time, since 1919 in fact. A guy named Billy deBeck created a comic called Barney Google and Snuffy Smith. All his characters were drawn with those big, googly eyes as the hook for the comic. He reportedly began creating the craft product that we think of today to promote the comic strip. Things really took off in 1923 when deBeck composed a song for Barney Google. “Barney Google with Your Goo-Goo-Googly Eyes” cemented the Googly Eye into pop culture forever.

So here’s the plan… get yourself a whole bunch of Googly Eyes and start sticking them on everything and anything. The more sinister or heinous the item you stick them on, the funnier it will appear sporting a pair of googly eyes. Every craft store sells them but you’ll find the best prices right here in the interwebs. (eBay and Amazon have endless supplies available). Go for the self adhesive variety, best in a sheet format (link: Amazon – Creativity Street Peel and Stick Wiggle Eyes Multi-Pack, 60 -Piece Pack) as it is much easier than trying to peel the little circle off the back and they are easier to manage in a pocket. Grab a bunch, give some to a friend… share the fun!

OK, everyone… you¬†know what you got to do… get some googly eyes and start sticking. I want to see Googly Eyes everywhere on everything. Get wacky, go wild, get into some trouble…What is the most outrageous Googly Eye placement can you think of? Send me pictures of your Googly Eyed items and I’ll post them in a gallery.

Mini Helix Classic Pipe

One of the most fun things about smoking weed are all the neat ways you can inhale it. Stoners are a crafty bunch so there is no end to the unique innovations pot smokers get to experience. The Helix Pipe is one of those unique innovations.

Clearly different than the rest of the “glass spoons” most smokers are used to, the Helix Pipe is a bit more than your basic pocket smoker. It does have a good sized bowl big enough for sharing. The Helix also sports a larger than normal carburetor hole that clears the pipe completely of smoke when released. This oddly shaped piece is well made featuring thick borosilicate glass. Borosilicate glass is known for having very low coefficients of thermal expansion , making them resistant to thermal shock, more than any other common glass.

Smoking the Helix is just about as much fun as you can have with a pipe. The shape of the Helix is the key to its effectiveness. On the outside of the cone-like section are tiny holes that let in the air as you inhale. When the smoke enters the cone chamber, it begins to swirl and contort like a tornado. (geek out: it’s called the Bernoulli Effect, the same phenomenon that causes an airplane wing to create lift.) With a bit of inhalation control, fun shapes and cool effects will entertain and entrance the smoker. A bonus effect: the smoke enters the lungs expanded and cooler with a bong-like inhalation that won’t choke you.

The Helix quickly became a favorite piece. Not at all complicated and always ready to go, the Helix is the perfect everyday puffer. I saw complaints about cleaning the Helix but my experience was no harder than the standard spoon. It is a bit pricy but worth every penny in my opinion.

Get yourself a Mini Helix Classic Pipe, I’m sure you’re gonna love it. You can get one from Dankstop, my favorite On-Line headshop.

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