So the other day I was driving to get some lunch during break from class. I noticed something smoldering in the road. I just assumed it was a cigarette someone had thrown out (which I hate when people do that, but I digress.) As I drove through it, I realized it was not a cigarette. I turned to B sitting next to me in the car and said, "That wasn't a cigarette was it?" He responded with, "Definitely wasn't." Instead it was as Gregory Hines called it Roman Red, Wacky Weed, or Mighty Joint.
So, so what there was a joint in the middle of an extremely busy road, across from a police station, wafting it's fumes to nearby passers. The best of the weekend was Sunday at McDonalds in a suburb just north of St. Paul. Again during lunch break of classes another friend and I went to a nearby McDos. While eating away my friend pointed out one of the greatest things I have ever seen at a McDos. A man pulled up in a very large probably late 80s Lincoln. He stepped out with a large leather coat the length of a trench coat, boots, and sunglasses. But what really topped off Smokey's outfit (that is what the employees at McDos knew him as, yes they knew him) was the large brown fedora with a feather sticking out of it and the accompanying cane with his outfit. Yes, I think we can all clearly say Smokey was a pimp. And he was looking pimpalicious.
Sadly I could not find any photos of a pimp on google that would do this guy justice.
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