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The Weed Cat
You ever wonder where all those brilliant high thoughts go after they leave your brain? As though some magical creature came and stole them away. In some countries it’s the Weed Fairy. In others, it’s the Californian Chronic. But for much of the world it’s the legend of The Weed Cat. The Cannabis Cat is the hip dude that brings you the sticky icky when you need it most, but in payment takes your high ideas and weed dreams, leaving you confused and groggy the next day. Here is his story:
Legend of Frat Boy, Hobo & Housewife
It was St. Patrick’s Day and three best friends — Frat Boy, Hobo and Housewife — were out partying. After a few green drinks, they began to quarrel. Frat Boy claimed he could out drink Housewife. Housewife disagreed. So they asked Hobo to decide who the superior drinker was. Unable to choose between his friends, he arranged a beer chugging competition.
Slice of Pi
March 14 at 1:59, Take a bite of the first slice of Pi. Where it ends nobody knows, And none can ever say, “Why?” **If you like this poem, please tip!**
The phone rang. Inori answered, “Hello?” “Hey kid,” a mysterious voice spoke, “It’s time.” Inori hung up. He gulped, and opened the little black book on the desk. There was a name: Ben King. Beside the name was a number in red: $20,000. Of course, there was also the word.