It’s perhaps unsurprising how many weed smokers are completely self-absorbed and unaware of their own actions.
One-hundred percent of Advertising paid for by Cheetos, Dominos Pizza and Pringles. Half time show by The Grateful Dead and Woody Harrelson. Nobody will remember what Woody played, but it will forever be described as, “Fuckin’ epic.” Media booths sacked by Golf Announcers. Streaking makes a comeback. Players never return to the field. Game called with only two quarters played, and the final score is Zero to Zero, because, “Everybody wins, man!”
This would not, of course, explain why he was such a grouch… Aside, of course, from long term use and living in a trash can…
“Man, I wish I had a Twinkie,” someone mentioned earlier today. “Don’t you wish Twinkies were still around?”
“Meh,” I muttered. “I don’t really care for sweets, and I don’t smoke weed.”
We won’t even go into the fact that red eyes and cottonmouth are usually the first side of anaphylactic shock (allergy!), right?
