“…and the Evidence-Room-Custodian won.”
And the Ball jar won.
He clearly smokes more than he drinks.
Nothin’ hits the spot like a Fireball shot.
“Goodbye, old friends.”
Cannonball it, Cannonball! Cannonball comin’ through, Cannonball!
Can I “sniff” have one “sniff” last look…
It’s not my stuff officer, meow. What’s your, meow, problem?
Just hope he called his boss to tell him he wasn’t coming in… who am i kidding?
This is a hybrid. This is a cross bluegrass, Kentucky bluegrass, featherbed bent, and northern California sinsemilla. The amazing stuff about this is that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt at night on this stuff. I’ve got pounds of this stuff. [hands his joint] Here, take a puff on this big ole’ Bob Marley joint.
Clearly, this guy thought he could smoke and drive and get away with it. Boy was he wrong, now he is spending time in the county lockup for charges of DWI, and illegal marijuana posession.
BAD BOYS BAD BOYS, WHATCHA GONNA DO?
WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN HE COMES FOR YOU.
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