And speaking of the “just say no” crowd, here’s a flash story that would have them climbing the walls. Sent to me by a friend who’d never touch the stuff but defends the right of others to their choices.
And speaking of the “just say no” crowd, here’s a flash story that would have them climbing the walls. Sent to me by a friend who’d never touch the stuff but defends the right of others to their choices.
That was, like 3 minutes, that could have been better spent. Perhaps a pot smoker would like it better than I did. Sorry, but that stuff never did anything for me but make me stupid for a couple days at a time. I don’t need that – I’m stupid enough without help.
LOL
Just like car guys hang around the garage and talk fantasy car stuff, and sports guys hang out at watercolors and talk fantasy sports leagues, I imagine this fantasy is often told around the stoner camp fires down in Humboldt County.
For some strange reason I’m reminded of the story about George Burns. The doctor told him he’d live a long, long time if he’d just give up drinking, smoking cigars and running around with wild women.
Burns looked at the doctor and asked him what the point would be, then, in living longer. 🙂 (paraphrased, of course.)
Can’t imagine being comfortable in a world like that. Sounds boring as hell. 🙂