The only time I ever smoked pot was from a joint that my husband (at the time a produce manager) confiscated from an employee who was rolling a fat one in the produce cooler.
Did nothing. Eh. I would try again if someone had some good stuff, but if I never do it again, I wouldn't feel like I'd missed out on anything either. Truthfully, my uncle was an alcoholic, father 2 pack a day smoker, and depression runs in my family, so I'm a tad scared that I'll start something I won't be able to quit. (Also why I don't drink a whole lot)
Hubby on the other hand was apparently a big stoner in high school. I'll just let him give the lecture on drugs when the time comes.