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Maureen Dowd's recent article about legalized weed began with the best of intentions. Because getting paid by the New York Times to fly to Colorado and eat pot chocolate in a four-star hotel is a fantastic idea. Also, because alerting people to the dangers of consuming powerful edibles without being careful is a worthy notion. I know people who smoke enough weed to sustain the average reggae band that have rendered themselves incapacitated by eating too much, too quickly.

In this case, Dowd made the classic mistake after eating pot chocolate, which is thinking that it's not working, then eating more without allowing enough time for it to kick in. She then compounded that mistake by detailing her experience with paragraphs like these:

"But then I felt a scary shudder go through my body and brain. I barely made it from the desk to the bed, where I lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours. I was thirsty but couldn’t move to get water. Or even turn off the lights. I was panting and paranoid, sure that when the room-service waiter knocked and I didn’t answer, he’d call the police and have me arrested for being unable to handle my candy.

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."

It sounds pretty frightening. It also sounded pretty funny to a lot of people on Twitter, which lead to a wave of tweets goofing on Maureen's journey into the heart of dark, pot chocolate:

Anyone who smokes weed or messes around with edibles can be counted on for at least one embarrassing story about having their ass kicked sideways. But when Salon.com starts busting your balls, it's a sign that you should probably stick to chardonnay.

(by Jonathan Corbett)

Sources: Huffington Post