Yes, indeed.

My mom and a friend of hers smoke a joint in the late 1960s. They had never before and when I asked if they'd got off, they both said no.

I asked my brother who was still living at home. He said he didn't know, but it seems the gals (both quite petite) had called St Hubert's and ordered two chickens, large fries, lotsa barbeque sauce, slaw, potato salad and buns. By the time my brother went upstairs to have some chicken all that was left was bones. Nothing else. Go figger.