Dharma Pot

OK so that 10% chance of me not putting up a post today? Totally happening. Well, partly happening, so I guesss 50% of that 10% is actually happening which makes this, what, 5% likely? Fuck a bunch of math. Well, since I'm already typing, I've decided to give you something to hold you over until tomorrow, when I will make my glorious return to pissy, under-read blogging. Can't you just wait?

Seems like a certain prospective marijuana-industrial complex can't wait for Prop 19 to hurry up and get voted to law and have released this rather creepy infomercial about their operation.





First off, "Gropech"? Is it just me or does the word "grope" just come flying right out of that name? I mean, I suppose it's possible that they used to use that computer generated warehouse to manufacture rohyphenol, but you could at least change the name on the sign.

Second, do you really want to buy your weed from a warehouse that looks disturbingly similar to this:

We're gonna need snacks.

I'm not the biggest fan of going over to some resin-crusted hippie lair to purchase my Kind, although I'm even less of a fan of some hippie crusting my house with his resin. This still does not make me want to buy my weed from our all seeing, digital overlords. Think of the levels of paranoia that place would induce. Harsh.

And lastly why is Dr. Pierre Chang narrating?

Namaste, and...*cough, cough*...ah, shit..*cough*....good luck!

Great. The future of pot is in the hands of a cyborg Alvar Hanso who's lacing everything with roofies. I'm heavily considering renaming this blog, "Daddy Drinks Because You Cry and Hippies Ruin Everything".

Back in full force tomorrow. Promise.

-NMFP