Congratulations Toker, have not seen you in quite a while. :)

He took my advice and didn't take my advise. Maestro Toker rules, hurah

Well done Toker, keep up the good Bagging :o)

Good job, Toker! Congrats.

*applauds* Congratulations Toker :)

Hey good buddy! Congratulations...I never saw it coming:) I love your new level it fits you just right!!!

A great job well done Midnighttoker. Congrats on reaching the Maestro level! You are greatly appreciated after your great works, contributions, and dedications here at Answerbag. Great job and keep up the excellent work! =)

Congratulations, Toker!

... congrats ... http://ecards.myfuncards.com/myfuncards/Everyday/Congratulations/10663/sv_Konkee08-NiceOne.jhtml __________ The Great Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein, from the album "Songs and Stories" Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told that she could smoke them faster than anyone can roll Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke and said "Jim, I can roll them faster than any CHICK can smoke" So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world the Kid demands a smoke-off; "Well bring him on!" says Pearl "I'll grind his fingers off his hands! He'll roll until he drops!" says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops". So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head and from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed the world's greatest dopers, with the world's greatest weed. Hashishins from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru and the Shashniks from Bagun (who smoke the deadly Pu-ga-ru) and those who call it "light of life" and those that call it "boo". See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together from the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who've done some time to the old man who smoked "reefer", back before it was a crime. And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smokes and cries of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds and they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar as the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war. At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold and there's sticks from Thailand, ganj from the island, and Bangkok's blooming best (and some of that wet imported s--- that capsized off Key West). There's Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs and that rare Manhattan Silver, that grows down in the New York sewers. And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade, and sweet grapes by the bunches and there's Hershey bars and Oreos (in case anybody gets the munches) And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, and Pearly she just grins :-) and the drums roll low, and the crowd yells "GO GO GO!!" and the world's first smoke-off begins. Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint's rolled Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose and Pearl takes one mighty hit, and ...... that bomb's defused and then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine and everybody sits back and says "Hey.... this just might take some time" See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright as the night turns into morning, and the morning fades to night and the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn YEAR is gone and the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smoking, and rolling With trembling hands he rolls his Js, with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold the Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch! There's nothing left to roll!" "NOTHING LEFT TO ROLL!" screams Pearl. "IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?" "I DIDN'T COME HERE TO F--- AROUND, MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!" And she reaches 'cross the table and grabs his bony sleeves and crumbles his body between her hands, like dry and brittle leaves flicking out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds Then she rolls him in a Zig-zag, and lights him like a roach and the fastest man, with the fastest hands, goes up in a puff of smoke. In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well She been stoned 21 of her 24 years, and her story is still widely told how she still can smoke them faster than any dude can roll While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name there's the hands of the Calistoga Kid, in the Viper Hall of Fame and underneath his fingers, there's a little golden scroll that says "Beware of being the roller When there's nothing left to roll". __________ ... here is another ... and YES this is "Shel Silverstien" ... __________ The Perfect High - a poem by Shel Silverstein There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you, 'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high. But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night, and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light. Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back. He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry. Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high. Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly, Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high." So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . . He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high. Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat, As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats. "What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . . I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?" "Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself." "Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet, I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this? My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kinda crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!" "Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree. Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky, And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come. But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree." "Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea-- Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me." And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high. "Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to give them the truth."

I sure would. midnighttoker is a fine man and an outstanding answerbagger. Congratulations to you my friend and even though I have posted it before I cannot let this occasion pass without posting our shared theme song! Well done toker. I am proud to have you as a friend.

I sure will ! Congratulations Midnighttoker !! Awesome Job !!!

fantastic !!!... couldn't have happened to a better ABer..well done .. :):)

CONGRATS!!!! Wow..Everyone keeps going up lately lol

I love the sound of that, Maestro Toker!!! Great job! Lighten up one just for you.

Big CONGRATS Toker!

yep.

Yes, I will ! Congratulations Midnight!

Congratulations 'Toker! Light one up for me.

You know I wouldn't miss this for the world. Not only do I want to tell you congratulations, but thank you for being my friend when I needed them the most. Thank you for the nights of long conversations to keep my mind off of being alone. Thank for the encouragement and support. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for the shoulder to cry on when the tears were too much to hold back. Thank you for every thing.

Congratulations to the Bagger with the coolest name!!!

Congrats Midnighttoker! You're one of the most no nonsense and nicest ABers. Woo hoo! Hey we made Maestro on the same day :)

I would be glad to Capt CONGRATULATIONS Midnighttoker great job!!!

Great job my friend!!!!!!!! CONGRATS!!!!!!!! Maestro Midnighttoker!!!!!!!!!!:):):):)

Congratulations Midnighttoker on your new status.Good for you. I haven't seen you in quite awhile, it's good to see you're still around and kicking ass:)

Way to go!

It couldn't have happened to a better guy! Congratulations, Toker!

CONGRATULATIONS MIDNIGHT you deserve being a Maestro all the way my Friend -- HUGS -- + 5

Yay Midnight!! Great job!! Congratulations!! The site could certainly use more baggers like you!!:)

Great job, congratulations :-)

Congratulations Midnighttoker ! Great job :-)

Congrats to you Toker!!!!

Nice work dude.

Hey Jack, where you been hiding?? . Of course i would love to congratulate midnight on his new title... WELL DONE MIDNIGHT!!! (not seen you around much lately either..is everyone avoiding me??haha)

Yay Toker!!!!!! You are terrific, my friend! And a darn good chess player to boot!

Another fine accomplishment. Good work.

Congratulations, midnight! You were probably the first bagger who allowed me to call you by your real name here. Congrats again , Mark!

Congratulations Sir! ;~)

Big Big Big congrats to the Maestro Toker (love the name lol!) It's an honor to applaud you!!!! HAve a midnight snack on me:-)