Category: Drugs

Can I get the weed pot? 

I smell skunk. That’s weed. That’s the skunkiest weed I’ve ever smelled. That’s what weed smells like now, Mom.

One of my clients is doing a website for a pot dispensary. She is noticeably high in all of our meetings. It’s funny, then extremely annoying.

I mean, how do you have that conversation with your drug dealer about his spelling?

Hey, I read your whole blog the other night. Oh yeah? Which one? Overheard In My Living Room. You read the whole thing? The blog I’ve been running since 2...

Ahh, gentlemen. Ahh, grunts and things. Would you like some manly cocaine? Yes. Just rocks, please.

I would like to eat too much of a brownie someday.

Coffee and blow — what else is there? All we need is lunch!

Let’s smoke pot and not wear bras!

They don’t sell bowls at Trader Joe’s? Buy an apple.

…but man, now I know so much about meth. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4

This song makes me want to take e and touch people I don’t know. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8

Oh, you’re selling hookers and blow now? Put me down for three of each. Well, better make it four for the blow. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

I am so excited for this cigarette. I can taste it in my lungs. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

These cigarettes were 75 cents off, but they’re still delicious. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8

I just called a wrong number, and the person who answered was totally stoned. “WHO??” Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8

Well, that’s kind of a relief because I thought I was smoking dope. That’s how you know it’s good — you only think you’re smoking ...

…or like when you get cat pee on your face and you start tripping balls? Anyone?

I’m gonna get stoned and f***ing ruin my evening.

And then, you get to that point where you just keep telling yourself, “Don’t scream.” Then you know you’re going to be fine.