One time I was scrambling to finish my tax return on April 15th before midnight (they kept the post office drive-thru open until midnight back then) and couldn’t find my W-2s anywhere. I had also been without weed for weeks so I was pretty irritable. Finally I opened up the bottom drawer of one of my filing cabinets and found not only the W-2s but also a big bag of weed that I knew I had put in the top drawer but which had fallen down to the bottom drawer at some point. I naturally got baked as hell while finishing my return and then drove to the post office. I was so fucking high that I drove right past the dude who was collecting the returns by the front door with a “what the fuck are you lookin’ at?” expression on my face. I had to go around the loop again and the dude just smirked at me.

Then there’s me who forgets he did the drugs and spends days trying to find them.

Hell yeah

Only users lose drugs

When there’s still a lil left in the bag

Gotta lick the bag.