My house smelled of marijuana, i had just awoke. Someone was tapping at my door. This seemed to happen every ten minutes or so. The guy at the door was looking for a place to smoke a joint. I let him in and he rolled a fat hooter, and we blazed. Then he said he had to leave.

 

Five minutes later, i heard a knock at the door. I opened it with out looking through the peephole. As I opened the door I regrettedly realised that it was my manager. I had forgotten that it is was inspection week. She walked into the living room and asked, "Thomas, is that marijuana I smell?" "No," I replied, "it must be my cigarettes." "Are those marijuana butts in your ashtray?" Again I replied, "No they are cigarettes."

 

She didn't buy it; I got thrown out of my apartment.

 

I guess the stoner logic in this is that if you have just smoked a joint remember to look through the peekhole and see who is at the door before you open it. lol.