Ironically going to a Slightly Stoopid concert is the worst idea you've ever had.
More like Happy Highlodays, right?
When I was 17, I volunteered at a nursing home to beef up my college applications. My only way to survive the extracurricular activity was to get high.
Let's celebrate with a story about a Philly cop who loves weed.
It's motherfucking June, so let's listen to some dream pop.