Khalas man, don't worry, I'm a Wastafarian. I spoke to my uncle and he'll set it up.
Often found in Goa "discovering themselves" (using money given to them by their parents), waving their sun-bleached dreads around and dancing to the combined sounds of a deaf man banging a pot off his arse and a monkey chewing a rape alarm.
"Alright mannnnnn, fancy smokin'some trees of weeeeeed."
B:(Man with his dignity still intact):
"Fuck off, you wastafarians."