Friday, February 5, 2010


TYPHUS:  Look what I got at Goodwill.  Gotta look sharp if I’m gonna be an entrepreneur.

GRAMMY:  A new suit and a big word.  You’re off to a good start.  So what’s your new business?



TYPHUS:  Yeah.  I found this book.  Just fell outta the sky, like it was meant for me.

GRAMMY:  Oh, Lord. Y ou’re gonna be a dope dealer?

TYPHUS:  I’m gonna be a rope dealer.  I did some research.  You can make hemp from pot.  And you can make rope outta hemp.  And if you want hemp here in America, you gotta go to Canada.  I’m gonna corner the market.

GRAMMY:  You’re gonna go to jail.  You have to go to Canada because it’s illegal to make it here.

TYPHUS:  Making rope is illegal?

GRAMMY:  If it’s made of hemp.

TYPHUS:  Well, that’s dumb.

GRAMMY:  Yep.  That’s your government for you.  They think we’re all gonna start smoking rope.  Turn into a bunch of rope fiends.

TYPHUS:  But I already bought the plants.

GRAMMY:  Well, I can’t let you be a drug dealer, boy.  Bring me the plants and I’ll burn the evidence. And don’t forget to bring the rolling papers.

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1 comment:

Diane Mayr said...

Is there nothing this woman doesn't smoke?