Marijuana

Okay, I didn't actually *see* this prank, but I can only imagine how great it turned out. I saw this note on one of my Facebook friend's profiles. I was compelled to share it with as many people as possible. I thought it was freakin' hysterical (IMO).

That'll teach those Millennial "kids" about the dangers of smoking pot! LOL!

"As I was staring out my 2nd story office window today, admiring the beautiful day I’m missing, my gaze was caught by some backpack sporting 9th grader, fresh out of school, nervously fiddling with some stuff in the desert. He’s squating down by this big concrete wall and is trying to tuck something underneath it’s ledge. Then he puts a big rock over it, hops down from the wall and slides through a mangled metal gate leading to the apartment complex next door. My co-workers and I could hardly contain our curiosity, so I went down to scope shit out.

His hiding spot wasn’t hard to find as estimated from the office, and low and behold I dug out a plastic bag with the following contents: Several lighters, an old Sherlock Holmes Pipe, a disassembled Bic pen caked with resin and a small amount of really shitty weed. Thinking I’d have a little fun with him, I put a few rocks in his bag, and hid it along the wall like another 20 ft down with the same big rock over it. Just to mess with his head a little. I made a Facebook status update about it and someone suggested I draw a treasure map and put it in his former hiding spot. What a grand idea!!! So much so that I just took the liberty of hiding his weed once again and writing out something of a ransom note/treasure map/life lesson for the kid. I had to post it on here for those following the Status thread.
Scribbled on six pieces of yellow index paper and scattered around the desert, you will find them below:


1.) Listen up Johnny Back-pack,

If you ever want to see your precious dirt weed again, you’ll do exactly as I say. Follow the directions below and you just might find your sweet cheeba in time to get super-duper Jetsons like high before the "That 70’s Show" reruns come on tonight.

2.) Head towards the faded red fire hydrant. I know there’s 2 of them, which one? Fucking follow your stoner guts kid. This isn’t going to be easy.

3.) Congrats on finding the right fire hydrant, set sail east towards the deserted shopping cart. Beware of rattlesnakes, not to make you paranoid or anything.

4.) Seems you’ve made it safely, you’re more determined than I thought. Now look south towards those two yellow stick things. Sorry, I don’t know what they’re called. No, not over there, like more southwest I guess, like 2 o clock maybe, by the street… see em? The bright yellow things? Yeah, go over there.

5.) Seriously, what are these things called? I Googled “Yellow Sticks” and came up with dick. K, now head over by that huge pile of crushed concrete slabs… Kinda behind you to the right. Can’t miss it. Not to change the subject or anything, but do you ever wonder how those big piles get there? It seems like there’s one in every desert, even ones that are like way out in the middle of nowhere. Where’d it all come from? Blows your mind, right? Anyway, search through that giant concrete clusterfuck and your Pot-Head Starters Kit is buried somewhere in it’s vicinity.

6.) Congratulations, you found it!!! Sorry you’ve had to endure this, but if you’ve learned anything from this experience, it’s that you need a waaaaay better hiding spot. You may think you’re cool, smoking weed alone in the desert behind your parent’s apartment like a bad ass, but remember, there’s always some older, much cooler kid, lurking in the office buildings above, waiting to ruin your day. By the way, I called the FBI the second you started reading this. They said they’re on the way. Helicopters have been deployed. You better get the fuck out of there.

Godspeed young pot-head, Godspeed.

I'm here till 5pm tonight. Hopefully he comes back.
To be continued…"