That is the only way to roll, the longer a job takes the less time you spend sitting around in the hall waiting for your number to make it to the top of the list. Now that's work.
Ya, some of the old bongs were several feet in height. The last thing you would want to happen was to tip one of those over, they had to hold enough water to fill a kiddy pool, and whatever got saturated needed to be thrown away, that's unless you liked the smell of bong juice.
Coke was always worked good on the old cottonmouth syndrome.
And then there's the time Ryan dumped mine over in the back of the t-bird—car never smelled the same again.