July 02, 2004

Smokin' banana peels. Yes kids, the hippies knew what was so magical about our favorite food. Donovan wrote about them. Sites abound with instructions on how to do it (15 pounds??). My favorite recipe is here - although it's hard to beat banana ketchup! Happy Friday! Electrical banana / Is gonna be a sudden craze / Electrical banana / Is bound to be the very next phase, right GramMa?
posted by pete_best 20 years ago
  • According to Erowid this is psychosomatic. It would be cool if it were real though.
  • Alright people, fess up. Who, back in their college days or whatever, has actually tried this incredible waste of time?
  • I didn't but after being indoctrinated by the linked pages, I just might try it someday. C'mon it beats watchin' TV. Not that you wouldn't do both.
  • I once slipped on a banana peel and hit the side of by head on a metal gutter rail. Saw nothing but lots of flashing lights for a couple minutes. Does it count?
  • It doesn't work.
  • Smokin' banana peels sounds like this
  • Sure, you could go to huge amounts of trouble to try this, or the inside shells of peanuts, or any other number of desperate ideas. OR You could just go buy some pot.
  • Here's what "The Straight Dope" had to say about it... here
  • When I was in the eighth grade I snorted a line of pepper in a Burger King. Speckled tissues for days. While it still is one of the stupidest things I have done, it has sadly slipped far out of the top ten.
  • You could always just drink a lotta nutmeg. Bitch of a hangover tho'. Or you could ram a wall head on. Same difference.
  • I was blessed to spend my 'head days in an era where plentiful, strong pot in several delicious flavors was widely and cheaply available. Ah, the glorious evenings where I would supply the golden, fragrant Columbian (superior taste, vicious body-buzz), my best friend's roommate would supply a sensimilla so thick with red hairs and sticky with resin that it could be shaped into rudimentary stepchildesque homunculi, and we would combine the two into a smoke worthy of an ancient king of Persia. I had a cherrywood bowl, with silver appointments, and the first ha'gram would go into the resinator. Just when you thought you had exhausted the last of a bag... a final hit so think and gooey you could mount it on a pin and smoke it under glass like a fat, purple wad of opium. *sigh*
  • Nutmeg DOES work. Also: drugs. Or you could just watch a LOT of TV, like David Bowie in Nick Roeg's The Man Who Fell To Earth in 1972 and Made Good Records Until 1980 and Not Again Until 2002 Or So.
  • *adjusts Holodeck controls for Fes' past*
  • Hey, I liked Let's Dance...
  • Yes, and I will even admit going to his concert for that tour (Bowie). Great show, opening band sucked horribly (The Tubes). I was blessed to spend my 'head days in an era where plentiful, strong pot in several delicious flavors was widely and cheaply available. Ah, the glorious evenings where I would supply the golden, fragrant Columbian (superior taste, vicious body-buzz), my best friend's roommate would supply a sensimilla so thick with red hairs and sticky with resin that it could be shaped into rudimentary stepchildesque homunculi, and we would combine the two into a smoke worthy of an ancient king of Persia. I had a cherrywood bowl, with silver appointments, and the first ha'gram would go into the resinator. Just when you thought you had exhausted the last of a bag... a final hit so think and gooey you could mount it on a pin and smoke it under glass like a fat, purple wad of opium. Aahhhh......I can just about feel that!