To get the gal in trouble, no need to use good hash

To get the gal in trouble, no need to use good hash. Any old crap would do, right.

1972, or statute of limitations years ago, whichever applies, someone like me was living in lonely, desperate circumstances, when came a most surprising and welcome package by post, containing several fingers of fine black Afghani finger hash. (They looked like mummy fingers.) Never saw, or had, anything like that before or since. Not that there was much "since" after college days. Said somebody.

I weep for Afghanistan.