This story is set once upon a time, in a magical, make believe place called Jamaica. One fine day, a Rasta (tm) dude called Bob, who had just finished smoking away his daily allowance, was called by his Mum to take their cow to market to swap for some food. But Bob, getting to market, was 'tricked' into swapping the cow for some 'draw'. When he got home, his Mum was not very happy, and threw the 'draw' out of the window. The next morning, Bob could not believe his bloodshot eyes! Outside his window, a giant 'spliff' was poking up into the clouds. He quickly got dressed, throwing on his usual baggy trousers and brightly coloured Rasta (tm) hat. He then dashed into his back garden and started to climb the giant 'spliff'. When he got to the top, everything went dark, then Bob reopened his eyes. Bob took a step back in amazement. Bob was standing on a giant cloud of 'ganja' smoke! Through the thick white smoke, Bob could just see Jimi Hendrix in the distance. Jimi came over and started to hit Bob with his Strat, until Bob fell over.
Bob breathed in some of the 'smoke' and they lived happily ever after.
Originally posted by eggmayo
This story is set once upon a time, in a magical, make believe place called Jamaica. One fine day, a Rasta (tm) dude called Bob, who had just finished smoking away his daily allowance, was called by his Mum to take their cow to market to swap for some food. But Bob, getting to market, was 'tricked' into swapping the cow for some 'draw'. When he got home, his Mum was not very happy, and threw the 'draw' out of the window. The next morning, Bob could not believe his bloodshot eyes! Outside his window, a giant 'spliff' was poking up into the clouds. He quickly got dressed, throwing on his usual baggy trousers and brightly coloured Rasta (tm) hat. He then dashed into his back garden and started to climb the giant 'spliff'. When he got to the top, everything went dark, then Bob reopened his eyes. Bob took a step back in amazement. Bob was standing on a giant cloud of 'ganja' smoke! Through the thick white smoke, Bob could just see Jimi Hendrix in the distance. Jimi came over and started to hit Bob with his Strat, until Bob fell over.
Bob breathed in some of the 'smoke' and they lived happily ever after.
Hey, that's the same story that put me to sleep the other night! 😂 .............................. oh no ..........................sleep1