I am standing chest-deep in a dank, muddy concrete-lined hole in Silver Lake, staring eye-level into a duffel bag full of high-grade drugs.
It smells strongly of marijuana - despite the fact that someone sealed it tightly into jars, Ziplocs and professionally vacuum-sealed pouches before THEY HID IT IN MY BACK YARD.
I would be scared shitless that the stasher would come back for their stash.
An attempt to re-create Dock’s LSD No-No on X-box. Spoiler, he can’t do it. (via)
Police raiding a marijuana farm in western Canada were astonished to find black bears apparently guarding it. However initial alarm wore off when officers realised the 10 or so bears did not behave aggressively and were in fact docile and tame.
Uhhhh, mellow bears … marijuana farm. I’d hate see bears guarding a cocoa field.
Dock Ellis & The LSD No-No. Awesome. By way of Peter Baker.
Source: peterbaker
A teenage pizza delivery dude, partners with a Buddhist hunter, a stripper who has a prescription pain-killer addicted cat, and dozens of his closest friends to set-up a multi-million dollar drug smuggling operation along the Canadian border. They use their new found wealth to throw parties where they are “watching naked women jump into pools, feeding piranhas in aquariums, smoking out of big, fancy bongs.” All is going great until someone dies. [via]
Pharmaceutical companies pay RealAge to compile test results of RealAge members and send them marketing messages by e-mail. The drug companies can even use RealAge answers to find people who show symptoms of a disease — and begin sending them messages about it even before the people have received a diagnosis from their doctors.
Remember what I said about spam? It didn’t go away it just evolved into a smarter more vicious animal.
