This one time someone told me a story about how her Shabbat guests sneaked off to smoke a joint. Of course, my mouth dropped. After all, there was a time when I thought Jews, maybe not just Orthodox Jews, were a holy people without blemish or imperfection. Okay, so I was just, perhaps, a tad bit naive.
But seeing as how I’m not only just a goody-two-shoes, I’m the kind that you probably would have smacked in school for turning you in for doing something “fun,” I won’t even comment on the above story. I will, however, link you to this hysterical post by a new blogger about smoking pot on Shabbat (and trust me, it’s not the smoking pot on Shabbat that I think is hysterical, after all, I am a Rebbetzin-in-training wheels!):