It's not really a joke, because I actually did have a bag of crack. It's more of an interesting story.
I like to run on trails. So I'm out in the forest running at an easy pace, about a mile from the parking lot. I tend to pick up litter as I run, so I stopped to pick up a plastic baggie sitting on the trail. I looked at it, and it was a very interesting baggie. It was full of whitish/yellowish chunks, mixed in with powder. Here's the photo I took of it.
Yeah, it's a bag of crack.
First question. Why was a bag of crack on the trail deep in the forest? I don't know. Did some crackhead on a nature walk drop his stash? Did he see the glory of nature and swear off the crack, throwing it away? I don't know.
Second question. What do I do with a bag of crack?
Leave it there, for the next family on a nature hike to find? Nah.
Go into the business and sell it? After all, it's a good size baggie. About 10 grams, so maybe $200 worth. But, no.
Take it with me to turn into the police? No. That would involve me taking possession of a bag of crack, and showing the police I was carrying a bag of crack. Not something I'd want to get involved in.
My choice? Destroy it. So I ripped the baggie open, and scattered the contents.
Now, a helpful hint to everyone. Before you scatter a bag of crack, you should check wind direction. I realized that after the cloud of crack powder blew back at me. Standing there, covered in crack dust, having inhaled a bit, I thought. "My. Isn't this interesting."
Having nothing better to do, I decided to take advantage of the extra energy. I finished my run at an impressive pace.
Yes, yes, feel free to fling all the obvious jokes at me now. I'd be disappointed if you didn't.
I like to run on trails. So I'm out in the forest running at an easy pace, about a mile from the parking lot. I tend to pick up litter as I run, so I stopped to pick up a plastic baggie sitting on the trail. I looked at it, and it was a very interesting baggie. It was full of whitish/yellowish chunks, mixed in with powder. Here's the photo I took of it.
Yeah, it's a bag of crack.
First question. Why was a bag of crack on the trail deep in the forest? I don't know. Did some crackhead on a nature walk drop his stash? Did he see the glory of nature and swear off the crack, throwing it away? I don't know.
Second question. What do I do with a bag of crack?
Leave it there, for the next family on a nature hike to find? Nah.
Go into the business and sell it? After all, it's a good size baggie. About 10 grams, so maybe $200 worth. But, no.
Take it with me to turn into the police? No. That would involve me taking possession of a bag of crack, and showing the police I was carrying a bag of crack. Not something I'd want to get involved in.
My choice? Destroy it. So I ripped the baggie open, and scattered the contents.
Now, a helpful hint to everyone. Before you scatter a bag of crack, you should check wind direction. I realized that after the cloud of crack powder blew back at me. Standing there, covered in crack dust, having inhaled a bit, I thought. "My. Isn't this interesting."
Having nothing better to do, I decided to take advantage of the extra energy. I finished my run at an impressive pace.
Yes, yes, feel free to fling all the obvious jokes at me now. I'd be disappointed if you didn't.
