Oh dear.
New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd didn’t just binge on a caramel-chocolate marijuana edible and share her tale with the world.
“I figured if I was reporting on the social revolution rocking Colorado…I should try a taste of legal, edible pot.” http://t.co/oNVRGfjk4X
— Maureen Dowd (@NYTimesDowd) June 4, 2014
Here’s what happened as the “panting and paranoid” Dowd “lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours” (emphasis added):
I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.
Worse? No one told her not to wear “green corduroy jeans.”
Please tell us she hallucinated those pants. Please.
I think the takeaway from http://t.co/th3hUspSNL is that @NYTimesDowd chose to wear green corduroy jeans when she WASN'T yet high.
— Laurie A. Duncan (@macsamurai) June 4, 2014
To be honest I think the most troubling thing about the Maureen Dowd pot column is that she apparently wears green corduroy jeans…
— Gossip on the Hill (@GossipOnTheHill) June 4, 2014
I'm mostly interested in Maureen Dowd's green corduroy jeans. Like, what a weird article of clothing.
— Mats Holberg (@matsholberg) June 4, 2014
Even the weirdest fanfic on the internet wouldn't include the sentence "touching my green corduroy jeans." Maureen Dowd has out done herself
— Ramss (@bananarams) June 4, 2014
Actually, my favorite part of the Maureen Dowd story is when she, for some reason, tells us that she's wearing green corduroy jeans.
— Molly Fitzpatrick (@mollyfitz) June 4, 2014
"…touching my green corduroy jeans…" Does Maureen Dowd not know what jeans are?
— PC Couture (@sambchase) June 4, 2014
Coming soon?
I fully expect all dispensaries to name a strain "Green Corduroy" after the Maureen Dowd story
— Phill Hill (@Thrillhouse512) June 4, 2014
