Why is pot against the law? It wouldn't be because anyone can grow it, and therefore you can't make a profit off it, would it?
I don't like pot anymore -- I forget why.
An unwatched pot boils immediately.
I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for flinging a pot of paint in the public's face.
My family is just an amazing melting pot of wonderful religions and faiths.
Everything I do now is about growing the pot to have more to give away.
I found out later on that was not true, that life drawing tells you a great deal about rhythm, about the structure of a human being or any animate object, and this could be directly translated into thinking about proportion and accent, rhythm in a pot form.
The usefulness of a pot comes from its emptiness.
Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and I believe continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards
She's a pot-of-tea-before-I-say-boo-to-you woman. There's always a pile of warm teabags in the sink when I come down, like what a horse would leave behind.
Even if one doesn't smoke pot, one has to see the benefits of decriminalizing it.
I used to say that pot took away from my rent, and now it pays it.
The coffee was so strong it snarled as it lurched out of the pot.
When I was an art student in the early 60′s before the acid scene began I was smoking pot just like anyone else who was an artist.
For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.
The president is the cube of ice one places in the pot of a houseplant, providing a steady amount of nourishment over the course of a hot day. A good description of the job and also a fantastic bit of practical household advice.
Every pot is not going to be a masterpiece.
I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.
Pol Pot will surrender, be captured or commit suicide.
To me, smoking pot meant sitting with a newspaper on my legs, rolling the seeds down, pulling the twigs out and finally producing a perfectly cylindrical, absolutely wonderful joint that you either locked at both ends or pinched off, or pinched at one end and left open at the other.