So I woke up this morning and my entire town was covered in a thick green fog. It was a powerful smoke that filled the lungs with a warm fuzzy feeling. The feeling, appparently, with 3 p, was THE one they describe as, Marijuana Consumption.
Nobody escaped...it is a tragedy. This morning, as I limped my way to the car, I was stopped, and disturbed, by three different people. The first one was a cat. He said, meow, you gotta take a day off work. I said, meow, you're fucking right. Next, the store owner came by, asking me if I knew where his store keys were. I said maybe I do, but it doesn't matter, because I'm so high right now, I have no idea where the fuck I'd put 'em anyway.
I forgot who the third one was.
It is coming for you too...what will YOU do?
