Commentary on hookahs, smoke rings, and The Dream

Ever been that soul who brings the hookah to the party? The only way to make friends faster is standing on the counter and pouring tequila into everyone’s mouth while shouting “Who wants to be a leader!?”

You probably regretted your decision to be Party Pioneer about an hour in when you saw the grace, or lack thereof, with which your compadres passed the hose. “Is that a hose, or your bedtime whip?” you might have asked. Then there are those alleged humans, or jackals, that wrestle precariously close to your Hookah and inspire images of thousand-piece oblivion for your glass piece.

Enter the HoboHookah.

With a screw on interface between the hose and the body, worry not about those Rough Riders. And pay no attention to the testosterone-jacked wrestlers, our patented chamber/body interface fits many different, easily replaceable bottles. An unfortunate event take the life of your Bacardi Razz chamber? Drink another one and set it up again!

Now, finally, you can party in peace.

Got a hookah story? Send it our way (pics, too!) at mail@hobocans.com. If it’s totally sweet, we’ll throw it up in our Stories section.