My views on life, especially when it's something slighting another human being (usually me). It's as I see it, and a little bit of how others do too.
04 April 2010
Rasta & His Crocus Bag
A Rasta goes to the bank with a big crocus bag on his shoulder and places it on the counter in front of the Teller. The Teller opens the bag slowly and finds it is packed full with marijuana.
Shocked, the Teller asks, "What's this for?".
The Rastaman replies, "I man here to open ah joint account".
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