(There was a priest who visited my great-grandfather after my great-uncle died. He was looking at my great-grandfather's garden.) Priest: Are those pansies out there? Great-Grandfather: Can I tell you a secret? Priest: Sure, that's what I'm here for. Great-Grandfather: It's Hungarian marijuana.
"Whoa! Check out those glasses! I bet you'd need a really big straw for those!"
Updated 420 Funny all day here.
Dad seemed way too down with the notion that his wife's crazy though.
Or the plant, herb, etc.
Then yeah, it's a fail.
