yo man No one in my family smoked, no one even in my extended distant family. So getting a ride with someone's parents who smoked was the strangest, weirdest, foreign, alien experience ever. My earliest memory of a smoke filled room, very early '80s, before I was in Kindergarten, for whatever reason my dad took me to a faculty meeting (he was a teacher) and some very old guy, probably either a principal or a superintendent, lit up his pipe in this small, crowded conference room, and the whole room filled with pipe smoke, no fans no windows, no ventilation. After a few minutes I blurted out "YOUR PIPE SURE STINKS!" I never went to another meeting with my dad ever for the history of ever. Oh, but they'd do that in the teacher's lounge, cigarettes, cigars, and pipes. I told them what I thought about their smoke and I never was allowed in the teacher's lounge again. That's the one where I saw the Pepsi machine with the skinny glass door. My grandmother sold insurance, again, very early '80s, she took over the business after Grandpa died, a client lit up his pipe in her office, and I took my hands and waved the smoke back in his face. I was never allowed back in the office with clients ever again. So what I learned in the early '80s was smokers ruled and are easily offended, especially by little kids that don't know any better.

yo man Don't temp me. I'm going to the gas station this evening. Pizza and hamburgers.

yo man Thurl Ravenscroft was originally not credited.

yo man I need a whole Godzilla-style movie but this.