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During a poor time in college, living at home with parents, I ordered some legal pot from the back page ads in Rolling Stone. Somehow my mom found out what was in the package the mailman delivered. Mom: "What would our neighbors think if they knew what came in the mail to our house?" Me: "Mom, if our neighbors know what's in our mail, they've violated a Federal law. I haven't."
She didn't know what to say.
The fake weed was terrible, though. All it produced for me was a slight headache.
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