Thanks to a kind soul on here, I got the dank hookup on the 28th. It attracted what my friend Brad would later tell me were Weed Whores.

Attractive, smoking beauty suddenly appears next to you and asks if she can share. I say: "Of course! This scene is about sharing, caring and community." I really do say this stuff.

We smoke and talk the ole Phish. The conversation is stimulating and scintillating; I mean as much as you can pursue a conversation about a girls cat and why she named it Poster Nut Bag.

Lights go down and just like the billowing smoke that erupted from the girls Angela Jolie lips...she has vanished like a fart in the wind.

Later you think this would make a great joke song but your friend says Ween wrote the song Weed Whore many moons ago.

So I dedicate this to you Andrea, Kelly and Shannon. Weed Whores.