I'm kind of surprised Snoop would do a crappy little ad like this, but maybe the "Snoop Approved" stamp is an official standard for blunts, like the ADA-approved labels on toothpaste.
Yesterday I had jury duty. What a pain in the ass that was. I didn't get picked to sit on the jury, & neither did anyone else who wasn't quiet, bland & completely unopinionated. There were the most wonderful loud raucous Brooklyn-accented people (one of them even used the phrase "Not for nothin'") & all of them were turned away. I was nixed because I told them my dad had his own law practice for awhile. Apparently telling the plaintiff your father is a lawyer is like telling a Jehovah's Witness you're Catholic, because he moved on to the next person immediately.
So they let us out of the courthouse early & I laid on my roof in my bikini for awhile. I thought about how strange it was to be rejected for something you didn't want to be a part of anyway. You felt relieved, but you still felt rejected.
