Those moral panic characterizations are always great. That's the same reason why I find this funny, it's clearly a callback to that sort of thing.I kind of remember people calling weed "jazz cigarettes", usually used in the context of "we would have fought those crazy musicians, but they were all hepped up on jazz cigarettes". Of course, this was in parodies of the white panic of the 20's and 30's where some black musicians were playing in white clubs and such.
Far out. Can you get me a lid of grass? Because it's 1972 it's probably in a shoe box.
My 70 something dad, who is nowadays into his garden, will describe the volume of herbs he harvests in "lids". I was never a jazz guy anyway, so I have both a cultural and generational divide before I figure out how much basil he picked.Far out. Can you get me a lid of grass? Because it's 1972 it's probably in a shoe box.
My neighbour's jazz cabbage hasn't smelled as dank lately.
Yup that works![]()
I always thought this was a local place but apparently it's nationwide. the one in Tucson started maybe like 2004 or so....I have never been because it's across from the U of A football stadium and probably full of college dorkscheeba cheeba y'all
(autocorrect corrected that to cheese, which funnily enough was our code word for weed in high school - ie, "Matt's got some good cheese, we're going to go hang out at his house tonight")