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Mon 23 May, 2005 01:13 pm
So, here i am, cruising two forums, wondering when that clown will come by about work, bored to tears, and then i smell it . . .
Reefer . . .
In my apartment building, the apartments are double walled. You could axe murder your entire family, and i'd not hear a sound. Occasionally, just occassionally in the last six years, i've smelled someone's cooking. And that was when they were cooking something particularly pungent.
So now, i smell reefer. Good God . . . they must be smokin' a spliff the size of a football ! ! !
And here i sit, too poor to buy any for myself . . . sigh . . .
Try knocking and in your deepest voice say "DEA, open up right now!"
Confiscate it and walk back to your apartment.
No problem.
You mean, run back to my apartment . . .
Try to drill a small hole... they'll be too stoned to notice... then use a straw, and a vacuum ...
Such constructive ideas . . . that's why i love this place . . .
Why don't you just ask them? I mean, I'm sure they're willing to share it. At least a few hits.
Hmmm share
or
turn em in for the reward and buy my own
moral dialogues are tough,.... unless youre stoned.
In which case, they are impossible . . .
yeh, but at least each side makes incredible sense, and besides youre stoned, that was the whole point to the exercise.
Cmon, be a good neighbor.
remember, someone once said
You can always get farther with a kind word...
they are imminently possible -- nay, probable -- provided another person doesn't get involved.
hey dog. You know what they call a veterinary student who gooves off , doesnt study, spends time cruisin pbbs when he should be studying for finals , and barely passes??
DR
I dont know what my point was
Here, hit this again, it may come back to ya . . .
. . . an if it don't, ya won't give a rat's ass . . .
Can you afford a dozen Krispy Kremes?
That'll get you in there.
So Mr Throbber, do you have any relevant experience at securing product ??
In the seventies I lived next door to a Dunkin Doughnuts. They used to see me and my buds A LOT!!!!
1st day in my neighborhood in chicago -- full of old ukrainians and young mexican families at the time, now infested with yuppies -- i wander down to the old-world grocer up the street. lots of insubstantial bread (there was a real bakery nearby), frozen piroshki's (you could get fresh ones a block away), random this-n-that. at the front of the line is some trio of confused eurotrash kids, just off the plane, and then a burly 40ish mexican dude. the kids can't figure out the money situation, the cashier stands cold and impassive like the iron statue of lenin in seattle. the change-figuring goes on for a while before the dude in front of me pipes up.
"hey sparky! hurry up! i've got a beeg project! ... "
brief silence.
"i gotta eat a donut!"
big grin.
OH YEH , now I remember my point, naw... that wasnt it.
GIMME THAT
wouldn't you like to be a pecker, too.
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