I didnt smoke pot til i was 19 and moved out of my folks place. The utter FEAR of my father kept me from doing ALOT of stuff when i was a kid, not everything, but alot! That was back in the day when it wasnt child abuse eh, and I thank god he was like that now, though i cursed him then! Hell he was mean...he was so mean my friend Pat from across the street would stay outta trouble cause he was so mean! Hell my older brother joined the navy when he graduated to get away from him! I have no doubt that i would have been in jail at some point in my youth if it was not for him......."The worst thing my Mother ever said to me was "I hope you have kids just like you."....my mother said this to me too eh, thats why im not havin kids, i figure i can just mess up my brothers!......................now aboot them there oranges eh..........................If an ORANGE(the fruit) was not ORANGE(the colour) then it WOULD NOT BE CALLED AN ORANGE! .....

.......Partly due to my chemically modified thought pattern here my guess would be that way back when, when "ORANGES" were first introduced to "WHITE PEOPLE" a person holding the fruit that we know as an ORANGE, say the guy who helped unload the first batch ever to arrive, was asked.."hey, whats that?".. and he didnt have a dam clue. All he knew was that it was orange, so thats what he called it, and it stuck, and the rest as they say is history! oh man...i got the munchies!