One thing I don’t understand are the mega-stoner downhillers. This isn’t a post about weed-law or any stupid dead-horse debate like that. But I’ve seen this at a bike race before:
Now, you would think that in an environment, so dense with wieners, such as a bike race, that you would try not to get so baked out of your mind that that would still recognize when one of three vaginas not already in a relationship within a ten mile radius wants to make coitus, or at least pre-coitus.
But after consideration, it’s probably for the best that the bong resin clogged vas deferens of said stoners don’t get cleared into any potentially fertile young ladies. The world has a funny way of keeping order sometimes.