(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.
Updated 420 Funny all day here.
I bet that sack would go for, like, $4.50 on the street.
What a wonderful kind of day!
(We were listening to the radio on the way to school, and a report came on saying how some old people ate brownies with pot.) Me (referring to that 70's show): Haha magic brownies... Mom: We could use those to send grandma to the other side...
Or the plant, herb, etc.
"Whoa! Check out those glasses! I bet you'd need a really big straw for those!"
Then yeah, it's a fail.
I stared at this for like 12 hours and I didn't see any pixels so I think it's legit.
Dad seemed way too down with the notion that his wife's crazy though.
