Ask #1 Muchacho is a weekly column which features real questions from real readers, and answers by LGT's own #1 Muchacho. If you would like to submit a question to be featured in this column, Contact Us Here.

#1 Muchacho,

I love blazing trees on a daily basis. As soon as i get home from work I pack a nice fat bowl and spark it up to unwind. Squares keep warning me about the side effects of smoking weed. I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Smoking one joint is like smoking a pack of cigarettes?" Is smoking weed really as detrimental to my health as chain smoking a pack of Newport lights?

I thought cigarettes contained way more toxins than weed. I'm a little confused about the differences.  If smoking weed is really as bad as they say, then what are my options?

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I was running some numbers on the college demographic and I came up with an alarming set of percentages. After conducting a thorough survey researching students at the student union of the largest public University in my state (also my alma mater) my mind was blown. The survey was regarding spring break plans. I decided to group my findings based on the types of students responding.

Here are the different groups I came up with:

Meatheads: These guys are your typical jock/bro dudes who live in a Frat house or won't forgive themselves for not managing to live there. The ones who didn't make it to the "top" live in houses that resemble frat houses. Their favorite things include drinking Bud Light, trying to act like Ari Gold, and talking getting in drunken fights. Some of them even love having dreams of becoming stock brokers. They love wearing wind pants or Von Dutch hats (they didn't find out that style faded three short days after it came out.) You can see them playing beirut on the front lawns of Frat Row or talking to someone about how they plan on fighting in the UFC someday while finishing their third cheeseburger.

Airheads (no, not cool ones like in the movie):
This is a broad category. It basically encompasses girls who wear Uggs, four year old designer jeans (even though they read Cosmo and Vogue they don't really pay attention to the lettering they just look at girls bodies) They didn't realize that 7 Jeans jumped the shark a long time ago so they're still sliding them on to their thick asses day in and day out. They love to carry around the giant "designer" bags that they bought or had someone buy them from Canal Street in NYC. These are obvious knock-offs and their biggest fears are that someone will call them out on their fake LV bag.

The dudes they fuck off the chains don't necessarily know anything about this monogram other than it means "this girl if from New Jersey and thinks she is high class / high maintenance". They can be found in the bedroom of anyone who looks like a Gotti brother getting their head slammed against the wall while getting pounded doggy style. Or they can be found at CVS while picking up some lotion to clear up their yeast infections or UTI they contracted from ass to mouth to v, typical Friday late night stuff for them.

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Get Tight Right, With Greg is a monthly column written by Greg, an associate writer for LGT. This column is dedicated to unique and odd places to get tight.

A couple of weeks ago, my family joined Kate (my fiancée) and I for our food tasting at the Providence RI Biltmore Hotel (site of our upcoming wedding). The anticipation of this event was building inside of me for months. I was definitely looking forward to tasting the food that we are going to spend way too much money on.

A little background info: The wedding industry is huge. These guys make money hand over fist, so it’s important for the venue to keep everyone happy. What a better way to keep everyone pacified, than to get everyone tight?

These things are usually on a Sunday; late afternoon. Since football season just ended, I’m still used to getting tight on Sundays. So I’m itching to do something. Yea, getting tight at the spot where you’re ready to sign your life away can be a blessing and a curse at the same time.

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Ask #1 Muchacho is a weekly column which features real questions from real readers, and answers by LGT's own #1 Muchacho. If you would like to submit a question to be featured in this column, Contact Us Here.

Dear #1 Muchacho,

Last year on holiday, I was at a bamboo beach bar getting real tight. Everybody was in party mode cause drinks were cheap, the weather was perfect and the fires were burning. I couldn't imagine a more perfect night, until, out of nowhere I was approached by this girl that looked like she just stepped off a direct flight from LAX. Turns out I was spot-on, she was a hairdresser from LA with brown hair, olive skin and the biggest fake tits I have ever seen.

We got to a bit of talking and moved straight to the sandy dance floor. This girl was so hot that my buddies were trying to snap photos of her to prove it was really happening. Somehow, dancing moved down to the beach and eventually into the water. Couples were thrashing in the waves all around us. We started making out in the surf and she whispered in my ear "I just love looking at the stars," to which I replied