Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Excerpts from Marijuana Magazine’s Special Issues

The Top Docs Issue
He’s not like a doctor doctor, but Hubie will make you feel all right, all the time. Check him out over at the News Shop. Bring a box of Puffs tissue. It’s code, man. Get it? Do it and you’ll score big-time. You know I wouldn’t steer you wrong, my baked Alaskan.
The Real Estate Issue
You totally wouldn’t think it, but Harbor Lane over by the Getty station—yeah, sorta near the Mail Boxes Etc.—is like pretty much ground zero for some of the best shit right now. I know, right? You wouldn’t think it, but it’s true. Wonderland dude. Total wonderland. Houses got some sweet-ass curb appeal too.

The Style Issue
Can’t go wrong with Birks, dude. Jeans, a tee, and some Birks.
The Travel IssueAmsterdam. As always, buds.

The Year’s Hottest New Gadgets Issue
hIvy League: Dig this, it’s a freaking kit that lets you train a marijuana plant to grow and climb up your person. Right on you, dudes. You’d be like a human wall of ivy. But instead of ivy, it’d be weed. And that’s good, because ivy can’t get you blitzed. Can it? We gotta do some research on that.
FingerPipe: Genius whoever came up with it. This thing replaces the finger of your choosing with a pipe for smoking hash. Hurts a bit, but get a good surgeon or friend or whatever to hook you up with some killer pills and you won’t even feel your finger getting cut off. Then just slip the FingerPipe on and you’re good to go. A five-finger discount is available. Now those are some digits I wanna get.

The Election Issue
Can’t you totally see Barack hitting a bong and kickin’ back to some Phish? He used to do blow, dude, so he’d totally legalize some ganja, right? And Hillary’s husband lit up—totally botched the question about it—but he lit up. So maybe Hillary would be all like, Cool man, here you go, babe, boom, it’s legal, happy anniversary, or whatever. Know what? Oh my God. She could totally go the other way, revenge-like. If she knows he loves reefer, she could totally be like, No way, it’s staying banned dude, shoulda thought before laying pipe instead of smoking it. Stay tuned for more analysis. Urine analysis. Ha ha. Just kidding, bros. That shit’s not even funny.

The College Issue
Partied there once. Unreal, bro. If you can get in, go. If you can’t get in, then just move there, dude. Assuming you can’t get a place on Harbor Lane.
The Fiction Issue
“Toby thought he was dreaming. It was the day after all drugs were legalized everywhere. The sky was bright with a kaleidoscope of colors. Every mall had opened a drug dollar store. Every casino from coast to coast had an all-you-can-toke buffet. Toby asked someone, ‘Hey, am I dreaming?’ The person smiled, took a deep inhale from his finger and said, ‘Nope.’”
Frank Ferri is a copywriter who thinks he’s funny. Visit him at ffcopy.com.

Your President

This Thing Does Indeed Look Like That Thing.
Bambu Obama
Left, exotic, elitist would-be President Barry Obama, in a straw fedora w/ cigarette, circa 1980, courtesy The New York Post. Right, the exotic, elitist mascot for Bambú rolling papers, since 1764.

Big Deal! I Sold a Little Weed to Give My Kids a Better Future …

 don’t see what all the fuss is about! So what? I sold some weed to make ends meet after I got laid off. It’s not like I was out shooting innocent people or making my wife turn tricks at the Super 8 by the airport! I sold a little weed! Do you have kids, asshole? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Ask any parent and they’ll tell you: There’s nothing, and I mean nothing a father wouldn’t do for his children. And if it comes down to it, and I’ve gotta slang a little dope to make sure my daughter gets the education she deserves at Pepperdine, well that’s pretty much a no-brainer. Bring on the ganja! I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Most of my customers had glaucoma or restless legs syndrome anyway. They needed it!

People love to be critical. They’ll say, “What sort of example are you setting for your children, getting what you want by dishonest and illegal means? Shame on you!” And then I tell them to fuck right off, because it’s not about what I want, it’s about the things my children need, a modest list if there ever was one. And if the items on that list include an Xbox 360 or a Segway, by God, I’m going to provide for them—even if it means I have to move a little cocaine on the side to supplement the weed sales.

I didn’t ask for all this hardship! I didn’t ask to lose my job back in 2003. Say you lost your job! Say a buddy of yours had a great line on some killer Humboldt Green and was just begging you—begging you—to take it off his hands for practically nothing! What would you do? It’s either that, or you’re living unemployment check to unemployment check in a modest three-bedroom condo, eating beanie weenies and maybe downgrading to the store-brand Oreo knock-offs, hardly going out to dinner at all except on weekends, birthdays, and holidays. Hey, you got a better idea, Einstein? That’s what I thought! I suppose you’d have passed on the cheap Colombian blow, too, seeing as how all you care about is yourself.

You really think I would be doing this sort of thing if I could find equally lucrative gainful employment? That I’m some kind of deviant lowlife criminal because I sold a few people some harmless buds and potentially less harmless ketamine last week? It’s not as though I particularly enjoy selling horse tranquilizers! Nor am I gonna just dole them out to any Joe Schmoe I happen across. You want horse tranquilizers, pal? You better prove to me you’re the owner of a horse by showing me a picture of it! Otherwise, no deal, you degenerate junkie!

Let me ask you something: You ever experience what it’s like to have your eight-year-old son tug gently at your belt loop, tears running down his apple cheeks, asking why he can’t have a detachable robotic arm like the rest of his friends? No? Then you’ve not known the true definition of impotence, my friend. When it happens to you—and it will, trust me—you pretty much know you’ve got to make shit work, come hell or high water! And if that means moving to Chula Vista for a couple months to smuggle illegals over the border just to get your child the bare necessities, so be it. You don’t really have a choice in the matter! You’re doing it, period.

Big frickin’ deal! So I sold some weed and cocaine and horse tranquilizers and smuggled some illegal immigrants into the country for a year or so just to stay afloat! It’s not like I’m Pablo fucking Escobar! You know how hard it is raising kids? You want your daughter’s teeth to be all crooked and yellow, so that she’ll never get a boyfriend and her friends will all laugh at her and her self-esteem will be shot to hell? You want your son to never experience what it’s like to own a street-legal go-kart? No self-respecting parent could ever answer yes to such questions! But tooth-whitening and go-karts aren’t cheap, and sometimes, like when you lose your job and have access to extremely inexpensive illegal drugs, you have to improvise and take a few chances to make ends meet. But then what would you know about sacrifice?

Also, just for the record, there is a huge difference, legally and morally, between selling an unregistered snub-nosed revolver and using it to blow someone’s brains out, even though the person probably deserved it. Night and day, people!

I’m not entirely proud of what I did to ensure a better future for my children, but do I have any regrets? Hell no, I don’t! I’m not gonna glamorize it or anything, but at the end of the day, I’m the guy who can say he did everything in his power to raise his kids in the best manner possible. Now I’m through defending my actions for you people! If you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go meet my sister down at the Super 8 to collect some money she owes me so my kids can go to Magic Mountain this weekend.

Eric Feezell has appeared, among other places, at McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Opium, and 7-Eleven. He can be found on the InterWeb at ericfeezell.com.

Billy Mays

Billy Mays Tries to Sell You Some Weed


IRED OF hair-splitting hangovers after a night of drinking? Frustrated by the hallucinations and financial burden of your cocaine addiction? Hi, Billy Mays, here, for marijuana, the only narcotic that provides feelings of euphoria and well-being with little to no negative side-effects!

That’s right! Say goodbye to disappointing highs, and let marijuana open your eyes! IT’S FAST! IT’S EASY! It’s a one-stop-shop for all your avoidant and escapist tendencies!

Despite what you may have heard, marijuana is more than just a gateway drug; it is an all-natural, locally grown comfort herb. Its unique design allows it to create an altered state of consciousness while simultaneously making your presence more enjoyable to those around you! From increasing your appreciation of art, humor, and music to enhancing your skills in philosophical thinking, there is literally nothing this wonder-plant cannot do!!

Got pain? Got regrets? Smoke some weed and learn to forget!

As Seen on TV

Try marijuana today and discover the heightened awareness of colors and patterns that people in Mexico and Amsterdam have known for centuries!

BUT WAIT! There’s more! This miracle drug is so versatile it can be consumed from dozens of containers with little to no cleanup! Flower vases, tea kettles, water bottles, saxophones, bubble pipes, model rockets, travel mugs, YOU NAME IT! If you can get your mouth around it, you can smoke out of it!

Why fool around with messy beer bongs or possibly infected hypodermic needles, when you could be smoking weed out of an apple? Let your imagination run wild and there’s no end to your marijuana smoking options! Just look at these industrious cannabis enthusiasts! They’ve put half a pound of hash in a chiminea and are “hot boxing” a utility shed! Brilliant!

In your bed or in your car, marijuana’s perfect wherever you are!

Whether playing Dungeons & Dragons in your friend’s basement or lounging around your dorm room in a Snuggie, marijuana is the missing ingredient for any occasion!

When it comes to marijuana, there’s no doubt about it, life sucks without it!

Buy today and you’ll get this quarter ounce of quality hydro, a street-value of $59.99, for the one-time only low price of $19.99!! That’s right! $19.99!! For the miniscule price you would normally pay for three Zantac tablets or a half vial of blotter acid, you get enough weed to keep you blazed for an entire weekend at Lollapalooza! PLUS, buy now and I’ll throw in this multi-functional plastic baggie FOR FREE! Perfect for concealing your stash in hoodie pockets, glove compartments, and anuses, this baggie is a MUST-HAVE for every serious marijuana user!


Buy today and I’ll throw in these rolling papers and a roach clip—a $3.75 value—FOR FREE!! You heard that right! You pay absolutely nothing for the essential accessories that will have you sparking up fatties before your mid-afternoon nap!

A quarter ounce of hydro, a plastic baggie, some rolling papers, a roach clip, AND this discreet bottle of Visine eye solution—perfect for concealing those pesky dilated pupils—for only $19.99!! That’s a $65.84 value for the too-good-to-be-true price of $19.99!!

You can’t afford to pass this by! Slip me a twenty and give weed a try!

Kent Woodyard’s work is occasionally featured in McSweeney’s Internet Tendency. When he is not contributing to Facebook walls and YouTube comment sections, he writes for and edits thetalkingmirror.com, a half-assed site of satire and commentary.

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