Thanks for stealing the joint I had near the Centennial Pool on Friday. It was a beautiful day, I had a headache and getting stoned would have been nice. I had to go inside the cop-shop and didn’t feel like bringing illegal drugs with me so I hid it outside for 10 minutes. You must have been watching me. You dirty thief. Karma is a bitch. Watch out. —Mayor A Wanna
This article appears in May 14-20, 2015.
This…..this is soooo amusing! And sad at the same time!
I also call fake.
You know, the cannabis laced bitches that have been posted lately really aren’t doing much to dispel the myth that heavy use causes decreased brain function.
You were in there longer than 10 minutes. I watched you place the joint near the pool, you had a long wait to get across the street and then enter the building. I smoked that sorry shit and still you had not come out. I later ended up with a headache. What your people may call Karma, my people say it was poor quality weed.
I’m willing to bet that Beavis ,here, then re-entered the “cop shop” to report the theft. Tell us the truth. You did, didn’t you?
Laughter. Tears. Anger. Laughter.
New from K TEL…..Weed Be Gone
Floki, are you smoking up again?
Nay, Montrealman. I never developed a taste for Satan’s Celery. An oxhorn of mead whilst perusing the singles section of Volkischer Beobachter is more my style.
The “singles section?” A little “macht durch freude” perhaps?
Not for me personally, but so many tragic stories. Like the Ravensbruck guard who, as Christmas approached, was forced to sell her leather quirt in order to buy her fiance, an Obersturmfuhrer in the Warsaw S.D. some new electrodes for his torture machine. Only to discover that he, had sold his machine in order to buy some silver weights for her whip. Such love. I believe the author O. Heinrich immortalized their tale in his short story “The Gift of The Nazi”
Aufwiedersehn
Tragic, just tragic as you say. One must never sell one’s leather quirt if one entertains any hope of making a suitable match with another so inclined. It does give one respite on the occasion of those extended amorous bouts.
Go roll another one. You do buy your weed by the oz like an adult, right?