I'm not impressed by the Pam huffing. Whippetts, on the other hand....

I used to love Nitrous, as did my dentist who knew I wouldn't annoy him while he worked if he gave me sufficient drugs. But I seem to have developed an immunity to it.

There's some kind of sublimation in squirting whipped cream into a bag, but I'm not going to think about it.

I love the defensive reply from the blogger at the suggestion about simply holding the can upright: "YOU hold the can upright, moron. See how much cream you get in your stupid face."

Um, actually, the answer is Virtually None. Maybe that's why the peer review committee rejected your paper for publication in the Journal of Shit That Every 14 Year Old Proto-Stoner Knows. And I'm guessing Attempted Moustache Quarterly also had problems with your methodology.

Kids these days, huh? We lost generations worth of improvised drug abuse technique when the Dead stopped touring...