Imagine if you were chilling out on a bench at the mall when two guys start talking sketchily around you about a supposed drug deal. “You want some pot?” one of them asks. “It’s grade-A, homegrown.” Just when you think he’s going to reach into his bag for the drugs and cops are going to burst through the windows to cuff anyone in a mile radius, he pulls out a cooking pot.
You know, sometimes finding cheap teflon pots is so tough you have to go to the underground guys…
