Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Goodbye Prozac, Hello Ganja!

Kathy's link caught my eye today on facebook...

Colorado, here I come!  Not because I condone the use of pot, but I do see the side effects as a multi-million dollar chance of a lifetime.  The Munchie-Mobile is going to make me rich. It’s going to be like the ice cream truck, driving around suburbia, ringing not a bell, but rather, playing reggae music. I’m going to target upper-middle class neighborhoods where frazzled mothers will have replaced their $40.00 dollar a month Prozac prescription with Panama Red.  A neighborhood where the husbands and children of those house wives will be ever-thankful to the government for replacing the nagging semi-psychotic woman with a laid back, mellow-yellow wife and mother.  Round about nine in the evening, after they have had their glass of Merlot and joint, I’ll be rounding the corner.  My specialty will be brownies with pretzel nuggets baked into them.  Frosted, natch.  And homemade French fries with vinegar like they used to make at Long Point Park.  Will their husbands mind if they pack on a few extra (hundred) pounds.  Doubtful.  A happy wife = a happy home.
Thank you, Kathy for the link...

1 comment:

Twintensity said...

I miss you crazy lady. Any chance you guys wanna spend next CHristmas in Brisbane? You bring the brownies!