When you've sat down, got your tunes going and ready for that first toke of the day and *shclick* *shclick* *shclick*...lighter's outta fumes. Fuuuuuck. Had to switch from a bowl to a bong so I wouldn't singe myself with the blowtorch too. Wouldn't it suck to like burn an eye and have it swell outta your head and just dangle there? Would almost be the fitting end to this rotten day.