What's that smell?

Ah, Molson Hall. Land of the long green cloud. Where would we be without ou freedoms, eh? That is, until 9 am - 4 pm January the 31st, when parents an high school students plan to wander doe-eyed around our dorm. By the reaction of some people on my floor, you'd think the NHL had been cancelled forever "No pot??" they screamed, and tore about bludgeoning the walls. "At 9 am?? O a Sunday?? Never!" For the rest of us, of course, this means seven hours o relief. For once, the dorm might actually smell like a dorm, instead of Jamaica