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If I happened to be enough of a weener to become a cop, I'd probably be the cop confiscating your weed and taking it home too. Or I'd at least be like "What's this here sir? Step out of the car, and bring your papers. We can't have people driving around with big bags in their cars. We're gonna have to smoke this entire bag."
What the hell did he think the brownies were going to do? Those fuckers hit you like a freight train. I'm amazed he could get off the couch to make it to the telephone...
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