Sunday, August 3, 2008

With so much weed needing to be smoked in this wonderful city of D-Town, I happened to find time to purchase a new pipe. I had no idea of what I was looking for when I walked into the store. I think I really just wanted papers and Six-Pack wouldn’t quit nagging me about some 'Up with Mini Skirts" T-shirt he saw. I’ve been saving up for a sack of dro and I didn’t really have the money, but when I saw it I knew I had to have it. The only way that I can describe it is that it looked like a piece of Kryptonite- and I WANTED it!

With Six-Pack satisfied we managed to avoid a little ‘work detail’ (fighting Super Villians) and make it back to the crib a.k.a Head Quarters. It was relax time, but something was off. AS I smoked some Pineapple Cush out of the new pipe I soon realized what it was. The pipe didn’t have a name. So now the quest to name my new pipe began.

The Superman reference was obvious, and I wanted to stick to that.

But what?.


Lex Luthor?

A message board suggested Green Lantern.

They were all great names, but nothing seemed to fit it. I was going crazy and Six-Pack wouldn’t stop drunk karaoke singing.

Frustrated I loaded my last nug of Blueberry Crush. Then it hit me.

I knew I wanted to say; “Hand me my pipe, it’s the piece of Kryptonite.”

Calm is restored to the universe.

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