So this 18-year old Texan doing court-ordered community service for Mothers Against Drunk Driving delivered LSD cookies to several police stations. What was his plan? The thought of stoned cops patrolling the streets scares me silly, even more than stoned criminals, which we can't do anything about. But we can prevent drugged cops for cryin' out loud. Just hustle them into doughnut treatment centers, fast.
I can see the police reports now. "I observed 7 foot tall male suspect with purple ears and yellow spots holding up a liquor store. He had the store approximately five feet off the ground when I pulled my piece....haha, I said 'pulled my piece'..haha...wow, man...ummm...got any Doritos?"
Fortunately the officers caught on and arrested the jerk. Did he actually think he'd get away with this? I mean, come on, after the first two dozen cookies, they're gonna know, especially when Officer O'Doole starts raving about the beautiful multi colored acoustic ceiling tiles. How can a kid this young be flashing back to the '60's and all that peace and love goin' on because most of us were too stoned to cause a hassle, man? Matter of fact, we were too messed up to get much love, either. I knew at least one dude on the commune whose goats never did come back after one of our parties in '66. We were pretty peaceful, however.
Maybe the law had been especially hard on this cookie pusher, and he was out for revenge. He didn't get MADD, he got even. As for me, well, every weekend I smoke a couple Acid cigars. No cookies, though.
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