Half an ounce for $65? Really? Really? Someone tell me why I paid 90 bucks for a quarter a few months ago?
What kind of scale is this person using? Half an ounce? Really? Have I ever even held half an ounce of weed in my hand? No, I haven’t, because I’m friends with very few potheads and, while (with the exception of the last month where I had no weed {except for those 4 days with the Filipinos]) smoke at least 4 nights a week before bed, an eigthth will last me nearly two months. Like how most people don’t drink to get drunk? I don’t smoke to get high. (Unless I’m with friends. Or just plain ol’ feel like it.) Gimme two hits, I want The Giggle Monster to attack me. That’s all I want from marijuana and it comes with two hits. Perfect.
But, of course, I hand over the $65 for the half ounce, even though I know it will be as dry as the 4 year old oregeno we have in our spice rack by the time August rolls around. Because I have a compulsion when it comes to sales.
Fun fact: shirts are 200 times cuter when you find them on a clearance rack. Which is why I have that one shirt that makes me look like a sailor waitress. Or a waitress sailor. I can’t figure out which.
