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.
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