jacket joint
The leftover weed that fell out of your bag like it was embarrassed to be part of your joint. It’s the stuff you smoke when you’re too high to care and too tired to roll a new one.
I took out my bag and it just started crying. Now I have a jacket joint and no idea what just happened.
I’m not rolling a new joint. I’m just gonna smoke this jacket joint and pretend I’m fancy.
This jacket joint is like the last piece of cake at a party. It’s not good, but it’s still there.