>be me >working at medical marijuana dispensary >it's a surprisingly slow day >about to step outside for a toke break >then this guy walks in and stumbles up to the counter >"hey man, can i buy some weed?" >"you can't just buy it, sir. you need a prescription" >"-blam!-" >he leaves, comes back an hour later, and hands me a napkin >it says "PRESCRIPTION 4 DANK ASS NUGZ" >"BLAZE IT ALL DAY ERRY DAY AS NEEDED 4 ANXIETY" >"#420" >"LOVE, DR. BONG" >seems legit >i ask him how he blazes it >to get dosage right, i need to know if he rips bongs, smokes Js, does dabs, or blazes blunts >"i blaze blunts, -blam!-" >"what kind? big-ass blunts or tiny little bitch blunts?" >"MONSTER blunts" >i'm impressed >do a quick mental calculation >monster blunts X all day X erry day = 10 pounds >hand him a sack of OG kush and send him on his way >later that day, boss calls me into his office >he's super pissed >"anon, did you seriously fill a prescription for 10 -blam!-ing pounds? you know you can only give out a month's worth at a time, right?" >"i know, but his doctor said he needs to blaze it all day, erry day." >"how does he blaze it?" >"blunts, sir" >"big-ass blunts or tiny little bitch blunts?" >"MONSTER blunts, sir." >"oh. very well then." I love my job