A Druggie Christmas
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'Twas the night of the party
And all through the town
No cops were a stirrin'
No *pigs* were around.
The joints were all rolled
And piled in stacks...
In hopes that by midnight
We'd be blown to the max!
We drank Seagram Sevens
And smoked Panama Reds,
While visions of munchies
Danced in our heads.
Then all of a sudden
Came a knock at the door,
We all yelled "PIGS!"
And dove to the floor.
Yet what to our red glazed
Eyes should appear,
But a pound of Columbian
And TWO kegs of beer.
The man at the door
Just gave us a smile,
So we invited him in
To party awhile.
He sat in the corner
And started to roll
So we filled up his glass
And lit up a bowl.
We then heard him say,
(As he flew to the sky)
"Merryjuana to all...
And to all, a good high!"
(Source unknown)
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