this one time, my friend Flipper (he wasn't always called that) and i got some trees from a reliable source in wash. sq. park. it was trippy as hell and we found out it was because of the Raid they doctor schwag with. so Flipper said, "wtf we wasting our time with gardening stuff for?" so we got some Raid, industrial strength. while at the store, we also picked up some whippets (same aisle) and Robitussin DM (different aisle). Flipper explained, "dude, this cold medicine is what Tino puts in the rolls he sells." so back at Flipper's, while trying to figure out how to consume Raid with no trees, we downed the Robitussin and did an aerosol can. Flipper gets the best revelations after about a can; "we just smoke it, like we did before!" problem was, we smoked those trees in a blunt. but Flipper got his mom's crack pipe, so it was all good; we had a piece. Flipper took the first hit of the Raid. then he started vibrating like a dildo on turbo. then he went still and his eyes rolled around. then he tried to stand and was bumping into things. i tried to restrain him, because he looked like he was going to hurt himself. but he didn't know who i was and freaked out, and started trying to bite me. so of course, i let the damn bastard go, but then he started to bite himself. actually bit off his right thumb next day, after he had that lil' wound sewed up, he remembered that he loaned his mom's pipe to our friend Lemming. Lemming's crazy. god knows what Lemming smoked out of that. well, i personally blame whatever the hell that residue of Lemming's was. in any case, that's how Flipper got his nickname. he was born with webbed fingers as a result of his mom's crack habit while he was in the womb. the right thumb was the only un-webbed digit