A police officer stopped me and searched my pockets. Found a bag of weed.
“What have we here?” “It’s not mine officer.”
He scoffs. “I’m serious! I was cursed by a leprechaun, you know what scallywags they are.
Now, every single time I flush this chronic down the toilet it magically reappears in my pocket.”
“Bullshit.” “Try me!” He frowns, but follows me as we head to the bathroom in this cafe.
I take out the cannabis and flush it down the crapper.
He checks my pocket and asks, “So where’s the bag of weed?”
“What bag of weed?”