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2 Chainz smoked the world’s most expensive joint

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GQ has teamed up with rapper/man of leisure 2 Chainz to make a web series about the finer things in life, appropriately titled Most Expensivest Shit w/ 2 Chainz. In the newest episode, 2 Chainz heads to Stogz Tobacco to partake in the world’s most exorbitantly priced joint.


Accompanied by his “doctor,” Dr. Dina (shockingly, the self-proclaimed inspiration for Weeds Nancy Botwin does not actually hold a medical degree) 2 Chainz is shown gold rolling papers. At $10 per sheet, these don’t actually seem that expensive for a guy looking for the priciest experience possible. 2 Chainz also seems disappointed that you don’t actually smoke the gold. Shopkeeper Michael clarifies, “What you’re smoking is underneath, and around the gold.” Which is good, because inhaling actual gold sounds hazardous to your health.

Dr. Dina then produces the main event: two strains of “the world’s most expensive cannabis,” each of which costs $100 per 1/8th ounce. It’s illuminating to learn that the swankiest, dankiest weed in the world comes in a tear-off can that reminds 2 Chainz of “them Vienna sausage eggs.”

Of course, 2 Chainz wouldn’t be much of a quarterly gentleman if he let those types of nagging details derail him. Soon the head shop is filled with smoke billowing from a gold-papered joint and the “biggest pipe in the world” (actually it’s not the biggest). The host and his guests then get a little foggy as they enjoy the “caviar of joints,” and we hope 2 Chainz is referring to exclusivity, rather than taste or mouth-feel.

Finally, it’s time for 2 Chainz and his doctor to say goodbye, and it’s refreshing to see that he isn’t above getting the world’s most expensivest doggy bag. Before departing, 2 Chainz promises, “This is one experience that I would never forget.” That’s high praise, considering that they just smoked a bowl of skunk the size of an actual skunk, and probably can’t even remember where they parked. High praise, indeed.