The Smokers

Jefferson:
Do you like being a modern woman Karen?

Jefferson:
[answering phone] Dominatrix Express, Faster Servants at your Service.

Lincoln Roth:
Twas the night before a party, when all through the town, no pigs were stirring, no cops were around.

Lincoln Roth:
We drank Seagram's, and smoked Panama Reds, while visions of the munchies danced through our heads

Lincoln Roth:
But all of a sudden, came a knock at the door. We all yelled 'Pigs' and hit the floor.

Lincoln Roth:
But what to our red-glazed eyes should appear? A f***ing pound of Columbian, with two kegs of beer.

Lincoln Roth:
The man at the door flashed us a smile, so we said 'come on in, man, you should party a while.

Lincoln Roth:
But we heard him exclaim, as he flew through the sky: Marijuana to all, and to all a great high!