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Marijuana
Robin Williams
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And then the people who smoke marijuana looking at you like
"God, man, alcohol's a crutch"
Really, Captain Herbalife?
You just macrame-ed your ass into the sofa and you're telling me that?
A little bit of hypocrisy there
It's kind of like Idi Amin looking at Gandhi going, "You're too intense"
No, no, no, no
These are people who are so stoned they can eat kitty litter and go
"That's real crunchy"
These same people get their animals stoned
This is not a good idea
Do not get your dog stoned
He's not that high up on the food chain to begin with
He just barely learned to lick his own genitals, leave him alone
You know, don't do that to him
You've done it now, you've gone too far
This is bad, this is a scary thing
The basic purpose of marijuana is to prove that Darwin was wrong
You know what I'm saying?
Send you back down
And these people get stoned and they think
"Well, I've got to eat something
It's either my own hand or I'm getting out of here, man"
So they try and drive, they've got this idea that
"Yeah, I can drive, I've got it together, dude
I'm okay, if I could just find my feet, I can drive"
Then they get out there in the car
There they are, you're too up the keys
"Okay, for us, okay"
And I'm hauling down the freeway
There they're going, they're moving fast
There they think they're going at light speed
They think Scottie sitting next to him going
"Jim, you can't push it any faster
It's a Chevrolet, Jim
You can't push it any faster than that"
"Oh, no, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm okay"
Red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue, red
Police, police, police, police, Jesus, help me through this
You're inside rehearsing what you're going to say
It's like, "I'm fine
What seems to be the problem, officer?
What seems to be the problem, officer?
What seems to be the problem?"
You open the window
Out comes this little Colombian sauna
This wall of smoke hits him in the face
He's going, "I'm hungry
I don't know why"
You've rehearsed your line
"What seems to be the problem, officer?
What seems to be the problem?"
You look at him and go
He writes out a ticket, he hands it to you, you eat it
"No! Oh, you're going to jail!"
But then you wake up and you realize you're still on the couch at home
"See you at work
Hail, baby, no!"
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