Wednesday, May 14, 2008

You've got your big cheese. I've got my hash pipe.

My Mom recently was on holiday in Fort Lauderdale and Key West and brought back a souvenir for me. Knowing that I enjoy a pipeful of a nice English or aromatic blend of tobacco at the end of a long day, she bought me a new pipe. A WEED PIPE!



Now, she honestly didn't know that it is intended for illicit substances*, but you'd think certain aspects of the pipe would tip her off to its purpose, namely the Rastafarian and the spliff hanging from his mouth. She wanted me to destroy it after I told her what it was, but I'm going to hang onto it. Anyway, we had a good laugh, but Mom was pretty embarrassed. The next time she goes away on vacation I hope she brings me back a mirror to cut cocaine on.

*Apparently, the guy who sold it to her maintained that it wasn't for marijuana. Then he tried to sell her a glass pipe, too.

6 comments:

spydrz said...

Just a little binger, to brighten your day.

Micah said...

Dude snagged our 'bee.

jasdye said...

hey, congrats on blogging on a daily basis now.

of course, now with your new hobby...

Micah said...

I'm going to be eating sooooo many bags of Cheetos now!

I've been making a conscious effort to get at least one post up a day (excluding weekends). Today I had to dip into my early archives to find a link and boy have I gotten lazy. I actually wrote blog posts rather than throw up a YouTube video and toss off a one-liner.

Mags said...

I'll have you know that I read this at work today and coffee almost came out of my nose.

Aren't I one sexy bitch? ;)

Micah said...

Mission accomplished. :)