I went to a Lutheran grade school so, needless to say, the hallways were always littered with drug dealers. They would constantly come up to me while at my locker with perfectly rolled joints and use chicken impressions to pressure me into getting high. Thankfully I didn't give in, because I listened to four stoned, talking turtles.
Call me a chicken if you will, but at least I'm no turkey (and let's face it, turkey's are totally stoned).
 Labels: Drug PSA, Stoned Turkey, TMNT |