I was babysitting at my old 16 George Street house when the door bell rang. I went to get it and it was a gnome. He has the beerd going on an the green outfit, looked like he came straight out of my garden. Except he was waving a gun in my face and asking for all my money.
All I had was coinage and I ran around the house, scared for my life, looking for all the money I could find. I gave it all to him. I was so freakin' scared.
Then somehow he felt bad for me and said he'd give me something for all the money he gave me.
Pot.
He got out a bag and said I could have half. He got me out a bit and I smelled it.
Hyrofuckingponicsbaby.
I tasted a bit.
Heavenly.
So I went to get a bag to put it in and I took his bag with me..and I took more then half. Then I put it away for him and he never knew.
And he left.
And I swear when I woke up in the morning, I could still taste the weed in my mouth.
