Oh dear.
New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd didn’t just binge on a caramel-chocolate marijuana edible and share her tale with the world.
“I figured if I was reporting on the social revolution rocking Colorado…I should try a taste of legal, edible pot.” http://t.co/oNVRGfjk4X
— Maureen Dowd (@maureendowd) June 4, 2014
Here’s what happened as the “panting and paranoid” Dowd “lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours” (emphasis added):
I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.
Worse? No one told her not to wear “green corduroy jeans.”
Please tell us she hallucinated those pants. Please.
I think the takeaway from http://t.co/th3hUspSNL is that @NYTimesDowd chose to wear green corduroy jeans when she WASN'T yet high.
— Laurie A. Duncan (@macsamurai) June 4, 2014
To be honest I think the most troubling thing about the Maureen Dowd pot column is that she apparently wears green corduroy jeans…
— Gossip on the Hill (@GossipOnTheHill) June 4, 2014
I'm mostly interested in Maureen Dowd's green corduroy jeans. Like, what a weird article of clothing.
— Mats Holberg (@matsholberg) June 4, 2014
https://twitter.com/bananarams/status/474040632927731713
https://twitter.com/mollyfitz/status/474191586050727936
https://twitter.com/sambchase/status/474070651947724800
Coming soon?
I fully expect all dispensaries to name a strain "Green Corduroy" after the Maureen Dowd story
— Phill Hill (@Thrillhouse512) June 4, 2014
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