Damn Hippies!
And Damn Dirty Apes! (re: Monkey Butler)
“Now you have morning glory seeds, nutmeg, LSD,
model airplane glue, methedrine, benzedrine, dexedrine,
someone said banana peels wil do…
Let’s just say the use of these various hallucinogens
Was somehow no longer a legal misdeed
‘Cos man, I still think there ought to be some sort of law
About possession of nothin’ but twigs and seeds.
'Cos really,
Twigs and seeds, twigs and seeds
They sure don’t deliver the punch that this old head needs!”
-Jesse Winchester, “Twigs And Seeds”
Silly dopers.
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Happy 4:20! **
What, no smiley art?? 
I’ve always thought it would be the ultimate in chutpah to sell a “legal drugs” pack in a head shop containing several packs of poppy seeds, some Maximum Strength Robotussin, some nutmeg, some energy drinks, and some Everclear. I mean, they’re all legal!
Me, I don’t post a lot while under the influence, but when I do, it’s usually massively idiotic, yet at the same time completely stupid. Now, hunting for jobs online is something I do in that state, and it’s hard as heck to remember anything about the companies when they call me back.
I was going for minimalist, but here you go:
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This is why I love you, man. 
That is why I always have some Pocky on hand.
"You duck into an alleyway, thinking
‘Maybe I can cop a j and get back before the boss finds out I’m gone!’
Remembering the Golden Rule, you look both ways, make sure it’s cool
And when there ain’t a soul for miles around
You clutch your baggie full of weed, and careful not to spill a seed
You roll a joint as big as Baltimore!
And as you take that first big drag in
A helicopter drops a paddy wagon
And guess who’s standin’ smilin’ by the door?
It’s your friendly neighborhood narco agent
Friendly neighborhood narco man
Courtesy of your local FBI
When you find out that the freak you trusted
Is the fink who got you busted
Well twenty years is a long time to stay on the ground!"
- Jef Jaisun, “Friendly Neighborhood Narco Agent”
Heh, there should be a lot of lovin’ going on today. 
Why, oh, why am I at work today? :smack: 
Well I don’t know about the US, but in the rest of the world April 20th is mostly remembered for being Hitler’s birthday. I don’t think it’s a date that we need to congratulate each other about…
Hey, hey, look on the bright side, buzzkill!
Seriously, though, if you’re going to commemorate the day for anything, I think it is better spent in this spirit of sharing and brotherly love. And I honestly didn’t know it was Hitler’s birthday until you told me. Senor Wences, Benny Hill, and Bram Stoker all died on April 20. I think Benny would want us to have a good time in his honor.
. . . While engaged in the most bizarre three-way ever.
It’s also my parents’ anniversary. :dubious:
I was aiming for it to be mine, but missed the date.
We forgot.
Dis reminds me of a story…
One of my friends went to a Sean Lennon concert one time. Apparently a cornucopia of drugs was used freely and openly at this concert. As a result the air was very thick. Now, said friend did not participate in the drug use, but inhaled quite a lot of secondhand smoke. She thinks it was mostly pot, but there must have been something else in that smoke, because she said when she came home, the LED display on the microwave started crawling up the wall. :eek:
Snacks, hell. I’m making myself a gourmet dinner tonight for extra enjoyment. Wild king salmon topped with a pear-peppercorn sauce, fresh green beans with lemon and almonds, and a twice-baked Yukon Gold potato (haven’t decided on the cheese yet: possibly mizithra). Pinot noir to drink.
Wanna come over? You’re welcome… to watch me eat my delicious dinner.
Mmm … twice baked. Just like me. 
I am ordering a gourmet meal from the Italian restaurant down the street. I don’t have to cook it, and they’ll bring it right to my door.
Oooh, great idea!
Bianca’s from down the street is the shiz and they deliver and they have a triple chocolate fudge mousse chocolate-chip-encrusted cake with chocolate on top and chocolate sauce!
Oh, and Italian food, too.