My first joint I smoked onstage in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I smoked my first joint live.
My God, this novel makes me break out in a cold sweat! Do you know how much I've written in five months, since the end of August? Sixty-five pages! Each paragraph is good in itself and there are some pages that are perfect. I feel certain. But just because of this, it isn't getting on. It's a series of well-turned, ordered paragraphs which do not flow on from each other. I shall have to unscrew them, loosen the joints, as one does with the masts of a ship when one wants the sail to take more wind.
You can't roll a joint on an iPod, buy vinyl.
I don't smoke as many joints as I used to.
I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year
"Teachers". . . treat students neither coercively nor instrumentally but as joint seekers of truth and of mutual actualization. They help students define moral values not by imposing their own moralities on them but by positing situations that pose hard moral choices and then encouraging conflict and debate. They seek to help students rise to higher stages of moral reasoning and hence to higher levels of principled judgment.
I will also ask my secretary of Defense and Joint Chiefs to present recommendations for strengthening and augmenting our Cyber Command. As a deterrent against attacks on our critical resources, the United States must possess - and has to - the unquestioned capacity to launch crippling cyber counter attacks. And I mean crippling, crippling.
Beautiful is a person whose outside and inside world are in great concord, camaraderie and joint concert.
Joint consumption doesn't create intimacy.
Markets are as old as the crossroads. But capitalism, as we know it, is only a few hundred years old, enabled by cooperative arrangements and technologies, such as the joint-stock ownership company, shared liability insurance, double-entry bookkeeping.
I had a list of about 35 restaurants, 25 of which were fast-food joints all around Los Angeles and I didn't get a quarter through the list. It just became me thinking about going to these places and wanting to enjoy the food and food just not being enjoyable anymore.
In fact, I take the view that God, in his infinite wisdom, didn't bother to spring for two joints - heaven and hell. They're the same place, but heaven is when you get everything you want and you meet Mummy and Daddy and your best friends and you all have a hug and a kiss and play your harps. Hell is the same place - no fire and brimstone - but they just all pass by and don't see you. There's nothing, no recognition. You're waving, “It's me, your father,” but you're invisible. You're on a cloud, you've got your harp, but you can't play with nobody because they don't see you. That's hell.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
A joint European army is a very far-reaching proposal and it would be difficult to implement. Such initiatives are nevertheless needed.
Marathons are hard because of the physical pain, the pounding on the muscles, joints, tendons.
You know, my joints don't feel sore as much, I digest food a lot better, my hands feel less swollen so I feel really good.
I had polio when I was 13. I started feeling stiff, my joints ached, and over a two-week period I lost my coordination and 20 pounds.
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it, 'til the second one came out
All the men in the joint raised me up, told me what to do, what was right and wrong, told me when to sit down, when to stand up, I just did whatever I was told.
He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.