A long time ago when I was still slim, handsome and had rock 'n' roll hair halfway down my back, I started a small friendly cult after I had first heard of the FG.
I kinda liked the name. It had a cool ring to it. So I rounded up some Maritimers and Newfies and we started a private but extremely dedicated and active cult of our own.
We called it "Banga Gong" and we sat around with pounding heavy rock: lots of Zep and Van Halen, getting loaded on Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale and smoking shitloads of weed and hash.
We would all sit around my table and start with a short prayer, "Please someone...anyone listening...let this reefer be righteous."
Then we would all roll one joint to the best of our abilities. Then one by one, we'd smoke 'em and vote. We called this "The Great Reefer Roundup."
As each reefer got enjoyed we would all vote on it with 3 criteria: taste, consistency and runs (you know when a reefer burns too fast on one side and ya gotta lick yer finger and kinda put that side out a bit)
Each was worth 5 points for a total of 15.
Usually the first reefers got shit on hard, but the more we smoked the better the marks got. We never did figure out why.
When all were gone, we all rolled another and of course drank more beer. Then we started The Great Reefer Roundup again.
This would last all night, sometimes till dawn. At the end, the guy who had the most total points got to take a small plastic trophy of The Stanley Cup home, but had to bring it the next week for the next GRR. For we were a dedicated and serious cult and took our oath to heart.
"Please someone...anyone listening...let this reefer be righteous. Your's truly, for ever and ever Banga Gong".