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Kim and I went for a walk around MacArthur Mall tonight and she spot­ted a big ol’ sack of weed on the ground. Actu­ally, she shouted “Is dat sum weed!!!” really loud and when I turned around I kicked it. There was quite a bit in there because it felt like I kicked a fuck­ing wal­let. We con­tem­plated pick­ing it up and giv­ing it to some­one, smok­ing it our­selves (decided against that early on since its ran­dom fuck­ing weed we found in the mall, plus I have a job that has ran­domly selected me for a piss test once already, and really nei­ther of us are super inter­ested in blaz­ing up beyond the “how funny would it be if we smoked this” sug­ges­tion), or just stand­ing there and watch­ing to see if we could catch some­one else try to snatch it up.

We ended up telling one of the mall cops about it and he’s prob­a­bly fin­ish­ing off an Entenmann’s cof­fee cake and some Chee­toes right now.