And then I pissed on the sack of weed and threw it in a gutter. Then later when
I was home I thought about that sack of weed. That lonely un-smoked sack of goodness, I walked back to the gutter which was 23 miles away in which I walked the entire way.

So when I got there the sack was still in the gutter, so I grabbed it and it was all mushy and rotten. So the next morning while i was taking a poop the sack asked me if I wanted to play soccer and we did.