College



So, I went to college. Why? fucked if I know. My parents made me go.
They said "Get good grades so you can go to college",
"Get good grades so you can go to college", that's all I ever heard
my whole life, "Get good grades so you can go to college".
They're giving me this Ben & Jerries ice cream so I'm like
what the fuck, I studied some, I went to college.
Fucked if I learned anything though. I wish they had said
"Get good grades in college", then I'd have a fucking job.
I did learn one thing.
I learned how to smoke pot. Good thing to, if I hadn't, I would
of had really nothing to do when I graduated.

I got pretty good at it. We're all pretty good at smoking dope though. I guess
rolling a joint takes a little practise. You allways think your pretty cool when your
smoking pot, cause it is pretty cool. It's hard to look cool snorting cocaine, probably
hard to look cool snorting anything. But puffing is pretty cool, although you have
to remember that the geekiest, computer, Star Trek PBS watching mother fuckers
are smoking pot.

Good pot in the West, can't even find schwage pot West of Denver, it's all killer
pot. You can get shitty pot in the East though, why is that?
There's no shortage of Mexicans in the west.

Ever notice how Mexicans let their kids run around unsupervised? I guess they
know no one wants to kidnap one of them. I guess they also know that there's
another one right on the way, so not to worry.
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