Cheesy Charsi

If it weren’t for marijuana, do you think that Cheetos would still be on the market? I mean, what sober person ever says to themselves, "You know, I’m hungry, does anyone have any crunchy bits of Styrofoam coated in chemical cheese byproducts that’ll stain my hands orange?" But if you’re stoned, and have got the munchies, you’re saying, "Don’t Bogart that bag dude, pass it over. That’s some gourmet shit." Afterall, it ain’t easy bein’ cheesey.

Parents, if you want to find out whether your kids are on the dope, it’s simple, just offer them Cheetos. If they eat them, they’re on the Reefer. If they’re on the Reefer than they’re just two steps away from madness. You only have a limited time before their self-imposed lethargy and amusement with the back of their own hands sends them howling into a fit of raping strangers and looking for heroin. That then, is your only chance, your small window of opportunity, to save them and get them switched over to socially acceptable, legal and healthy drugs like cigarettes and alcohol, because they don’t cause any problems at all.