I got the call about an hour ago,
DC Police Cops had detained Wendy and Claire outside, and they asked me to come out and escort them in. So I did. that was that. Fried chicken cutlets, by they way.
Claire had gotten what she called "two very heavy ounces." Two kinds, I am told. Low THC Strawberry Jack, and Maximum Human Dosage THC Master Kush.
None of that means anything to me.
There was a Police Cop car in our visitor parking lot, as Wendy and Claire pulled up, and Claire grabbed their overnight bag. The Police Cop wanted to look in Claire's bag, and she let him. Possession is legal in DC, two ounces or less. Claire had more, but quick thinking Wendy told him that one was hers, and pointed the bag out and explained the two different kinds. Police Cop asked to see Claire's permit, but no Wendy's. That was lucky, as Wendy does not have one.
Police Cop did ask me if I intended to buy it. With the unmistakable ring of rtuth in my voice, I replied "I never touch the stuff."
Then he said "You can go," so we did.
Claire said that if the Police Cop really wanted to bust her, the likely penalty was confiscation of the stuff, and a fine.
I never really approved of marijuana. I may have changed my mind, because it does not seem wrong now. That could be because I find it really sexy to watch women smoke. Tobacco does nothing for me. Just watching Courtney and Megan smoke a joint together, or Wendy and Claire passing their bong back and forth does it for me.
Only Aisha can defeat my ED, though.
