Gut Rumbles

January 05, 2005

hypothetical question

You read about this happening all the time. You're just walking along the beach, minding your own business when--- suddenly--- you discover a SHIT-POT FULL OF HERB right there in front of you.

What do YOU do? Do you call the authorities like a law-abiding citizen? Do you look around to see if anybody is watching, then grab it up and run, thinking about all of your ex-hippie friends who'll BUY that stuff?? Or do you just keep on walking and pretend that you didn't see it at all?

I know what I would do. How about YOU?


If the coast is clear I'm flipping the hell out of that brick. I've sold worse than that before.

Posted by: Velociman on January 5, 2005 09:09 PM

When I was a newspaper reporter I did a story on a school that taught dogs to sniff marijuana. They always had plenty of dogs there, even from people not related to law enforcement. I always thought they were simply police wannabees. You don't think they had another motive ....

Posted by: David on January 5, 2005 09:35 PM

I'd reconsider my athiest beliefs

Posted by: Robert on January 5, 2005 09:36 PM

I think about that a lot, since I walk on the beach almost every day. My thought is: "How come *I* never find anything like that!!"

Posted by: DogsDon'tPurr on January 5, 2005 10:04 PM

I'd haul it on up to the house and stash it. You kiddin'?

Posted by: mike on January 5, 2005 10:51 PM

1. Happy dance.
2. bong making time.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on January 5, 2005 11:48 PM

I'd save the government a match, and hang around long enough to ensure the deed was done. I think.

Posted by: Sam on January 6, 2005 12:03 AM

I'd do exactly the same thing I did when I've found those coupla dimebags and that hundred dollar bill that time...
Become Daffy Duck in Ali Bab's cave...
"Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE!!!!"

You kiddin'?

Just once, Lord. Just once. Please?
(Now, why on EARTH did Joey Coyle just show up in my brain?)

Posted by: Stevie on January 6, 2005 02:19 AM

Forget the friends who'll BUY the stuff! I would pick the litter up off the beach and recycle it!

Posted by: Michele on January 6, 2005 04:55 AM

That musta been one Hell of a pair of shoes to fit 20 lbs of reefer in that box.

BTW, I'd be doing the Daffy Duck, too.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on January 6, 2005 08:52 AM

I'd figure it was a plant and that "they" were watching by satellite, saying: "That's right... that's right... pick it up... pick it up... Got him! Frank! Send in the squad and bring him in..."

Posted by: Mike on January 6, 2005 09:46 AM

I used to have a bong called the Cosmic Blaster made from toilet plumbing parts, you could get high on bermuda grass, There is a Home Depot down the street.

Posted by: Billy Budd on January 6, 2005 10:04 AM

Maybe you could burn rolling it up into small cylnders and burning it a few ounces at a time.

Posted by: Woody on January 6, 2005 11:16 AM

Since I "don't smoke it no more", I'd call the cops.

But that's just me...

Posted by: Jay G. on January 6, 2005 11:19 AM

Heh. I'm surprised nobody mentioned what I thought about--- how many times has this happened and you NEVER read about it because--- well, because the person who found it decided that nobody else needed to know.

I'll bet THAT has happened a lot.

Posted by: Acidman on January 6, 2005 11:21 AM

I would leave it right where it was. It's probably the cops doing some thing. I got stopped for picking up a wallet and putting it back on the ground where I found it one time - cops had probably found the thing with some contraband in it and put it back where they found it, believing if someone picked it up he was the owner.

Posted by: Murel Bailey on January 6, 2005 06:02 PM

I'd destroy the evidence personally, bit by bit.

Posted by: LeeAnn on January 6, 2005 09:05 PM

Twenty f-ing pounds?! Dayum. If I'm on the beach picking trash, I just be very sure to hang onto the trash bag that I slip that into (what? no this is just the trash I picked from the beach--some old shoebox full of seaweed or somethin').

Forget the ex-hippie friends. I haven't toked in almost twenty years, but I'm with Leeann on that one. No point in letting it fall into the wrong hands. ;)

Good lord, that'd take a while to 'dispose of'...lessee...twenty pounds times sixteen ounces per pound times eight 'eighths' per ounce, at one eighth per weekend divided by fifty two weekends per year...set for life!! (so long as it could be stored properly)

Something like this actually happened to me back in high school, except it was just a trash bag full of ditch weed. I gave it to an ex-pothead friend to dispose of. (D'oh!)

Posted by: Desert Cat on January 7, 2005 07:49 PM
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