Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Pot. Mary Jane. Weed. Grass. Cannabis. Dope. Ganja. Chiba. Chronic. Herb. Bud. Spliff. Indo. Sinse. Reefer.
Ladies, no matter how much Bath and Body works toilet water you apply, we can still smell than dank nasty ditch weed you were rolling on the way here.
And guys, smelling like you lit a field of weed on fire than doused it with gin is not attractive to your lady friend. She's not that desperate. And if she is, you don't want it!
If you are going to smoke a whole bale, do us all a service and air your stank ass out before coming to a restaurant. Contact highs are not a "benefit". Do you think we don't know? Are you really that stoned, or just that stupid?
Seriously, I'm going to start calling the cops and asking them to bring the K-9 unit over and have a stroll through my parking lot. At least all the stoner servers/bartenders/managers are smart enough to keep their stash elsewhere, and they don't smoke it up on the way to our store.
Posted by Lobster Boy at 1/30/2008 06:06:00 PM