On Weed and Weeds

So on my way to work this morning, I see 4 skaters picking weeds out from the (City of Edmonton's attempt to beautify) gravel Strathcona Parking Lot.

I couldn't help but think about how this might have all began (diddle doo, diddle doo, diddle doo... uhh, yeah, my attempt at a Wayne's World-style flashback).

Picture this: 4 young lads are on their way to their favorite bar. They think to themselves; "You know what goes good with Beer?"

One of them gets on their cell phone. Their "guy" is in the neighbourhood. Just checking to see if he's home.

They go over to his place. They pool together their money (everyone's pocket change amounts to about $4.73). They ask their "guy" if it's enough for one of his worst-rolled spliffs.

He agrees.

They leave his house. They realize that the only place they can take their "magic carpet ride" is on the street.

But Officer O'Toole has another plan for our boys.

The good Policeman spots 4 boys in a back alley. They are taking a dance with "Mary Jane". They are the "Doobie" Brothers he's been looking for all night. He has to catch at least one group a night, or his ass is on the line.

"So boys," chortles O'Toole. "You Like weed? How do you think you'll like WEEDS? Because you just bought yourselves 8 hours of community service pulling weeds for the City of Edmonton!"

That's right boys. Don't do drugs (at least not in public). The stereotypical Irish cop will make you pay with your time.

Song of the Day: "Don't Wait" by Dashboard Confessional. I'm sure they didn't mean to start their song creepily, creepily like "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer. But don't take my word for it, listen to it at this link: http://www.myspace.com/ladylovinlynx

Link of the Day: http://www.myspace.com/jessecrowley Listen to the Jessmiester.

Imposter E-Mail of the Day: Floppy V. Juliana. She sell Hoodia by the seashore.