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The large fries I ordered on April 20th to cure my munchies cost exactly $4.20, and I took this as God's way of telling me, "I approve."
The large fries I ordered on April 20th to cure my munchies cost exactly $4.20, and I took this as God's way of telling me, "I approve."
It started an hour late because the first comic was a pothead who left the microphone at Taco Bell when he had a snack attack before the show.
My sheltered, religious friend was crushed when she discovered that her family's "Christmas smell" -- the special aroma that she had only ever smelled on Christmas morning -- was, in fact, pot.
After discovering his father is a police officer, my grandfather decided to show off his pot plants to my boyfriend.
The chains resonated loudly as the rollercoater climbed toward the top, and I just kept wishing I hadn't smoked that joint.