Last night, I went to let my dog out and I smelt a smell. A smelly-smell .. that smelt .. smelly. My first thought was “Holy shit, theres a skunk in my yard” and yelled to my dog to get him to come back inside. My dog is a 25 pound mini-bernadoodle. He isn’t a dog. He is just a jolly fluff ball. I knew that if there were a skunk, he would run over to it and try to play with the skunk. That skunk will spray him and I would have been giving him a bath until 1 am.
I looked out at my neighbors detached garage and I saw the origin for this smell. I saw 4 teenagers huddled around the window facing my house with bowl packed with the devils lettuce. They also had a sploof and blew the smoke out of the window. I chuckled and walked back inside.
This brought me back to the days of being a teenager and doing exactly that – but with a grav bong made from a Captain Morgan handle and a large popcorn from the local cinemax. We of course had our Wawa hogies in hand ready to be eaten while we piss ourselves laughing watching The Eric Andre Show or Family Guy. All of my fears that his neighbors might know that we are smoking pot became absolutely hilarious and absurd.
Of course they all knew! And of course they didn’t give a flying fuck! Are you really going to call the police or rat on a group of kids just trying to have a good time? If you even had to think about that answer – I don’t like you to your core.
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