08.22.07
Marijuana Overdose!
Hahaha, this is the funniest video I’ve seen in AGES (and apparently the news anchors felt the same way). A cop calls 911 after he and his wife get fucking ripped on some pot brownies made with weed he confiscated from hoodlums. He goes into the whole “I’m dying” trip, freaks out, and asks for a response team to be dispatched to his house. The end of the clip has the man saying “I think we’re dead. Time is going by really, really, really, really slow”. The male anchor reading off the next story can’t help but reference the quote again to the infectious laughter of two adjacent female anchors. Funniest part? The cop wasn’t charged! HAHAHA!
He resigned, though. *shrugs* What a dumb ass. Too bad it wasn’t something a little more heavy, eh? Imagine if it were acid – “my wife’s head is sprouting snakes!” File under HYPOCRISY MEETS KARMA.
03.09.07
Blues Traveler Frontman is Pretty F***ed.
You might think you’ve never heard of Blues Traveler, and you would be so very wrong. They won a Grammy in ‘95 for the hit song “Run-Around” (click the song title for the lyrics). According to a highly accurate, reliable source (read: Wikipedia; read also: sarcasm.), one of the dudes in the band died and then the lead singer ballooned to 420 (hehe) lbs. Then he got surgery and got skinny again. That’s wonderful. But how does that relate to the title?
It doesn’t. It’s just trivia. Here’s the scoop, though: John Popper (frontguy) was pulled over doing a cool 111 mph. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t on the Autobahn. Good news is he didn’t wreck. Bad news is police found not only marijuana and an incriminating pipe, but they found a car full of weapons. I’m not talking “Ahm gon’ get me that thar deer this time, mmhmm” weapons. No; I’m talking fourteen weapons. Four of them were rifles (okay, I’ll give him the hunting excuse on that one). One was a switchblade (for, you know, skinning the…shit that you kill…) and the other nine items they found so neatly tucked away into hidden compartments. Nine handguns. You don’t hunt with handguns, at least not outside the urban jungle. These were, again, all tucked away in hidden compartments. He and his buddy Brian Gourgeois (what’s that rhyme with?) were arrested, sensibly enough, and things are not looking up.
I’d like to make an argument, though. If the police noticed that pot had been smoked, it’s safe to assume that they were both high. I’d like to venture that the hidden compartments were actually planted in Popper’s car while he wasn’t looking. Nobody under the influence of cannabis knows what to do with a gun (unless it doubles as a lighter). Plus, it’s the dude who sings “Run-Around”! It’s like calling Cat Stevens a terr– …oh.
Oh, John Popper. Why you wanna give me the run-around?
