“Hey old man, what kind of “herbs” do they got in there?” – “Get out of here you dirty f*cking hippie. I didn’t fight in the war so you could run around shirtless smoking dope with your hippie friends and light bags of dog poop on fire on my porch. Get a job.” >> That’s just how I imagined that convo went. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
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