By Smaktakula
Get It? It's An Interstate Sign, But It Says 420, Man! Oh, Shit, Is That Fucking Funny Or Am I Just Really, Really High?
Although most respectable folks are probably unaware of it, marijuana abusers have developed their own culture over the years. United by this culture, as well as their love for their brain-numbing herb, hemp-heads communicate with one another through jargon and weird shibboleths.
You Thought Pot Culture Began & Ended Here, Didn't You? We Wish.
If you’re not a dirty stoner, you can perhaps be forgiven for not knowing that today, April 20, is a special day for devotees of cannabis culture. The significance of the date is derived from the number 420 (e.g., the 20th day of the 4th month), which is of special significance to the dissipated ranks of weed warriors.
Because Normally Pot Culture Is So Subtle.
It’s likely that almost every cheeba-monkey you’ll meet will claim to know the significance of this number. Any claim to certainty is false. There are several theories–some more likely than others–as to the origins of 420, none of which has ever been proven conclusively.
Lewis County, Washington: "We May Fuck Sheep And Our Next Of Kin, But Never Will We Soil Our Lungs With The Sweet, Sweet Cheeba."
The explanations are vast, stemming from the easy-to-debunk, such as the notion that 420 is police code for a drug violation, to the credible, that 4:20 roughly coincides with British Tea Time. However, the most commonly accepted explanation traces the word’s origins back to San Rafael, California high school students in 1971, who would meet after class at 4:20 to indulge their addiction.
Like You Can Believe Anything These People Say.
The most insidious thing about the date 4-20 is that it gives stoners a veneer of respectability and self-control. Making such a visual show of their reefer madness on this day gives an innocent public the erroneous notion that dopers refrain from smoking until 4.20, rather than the shocking truth, that it’s more like 24-7.
As Ridiculous As The Excuse Is, We're Inclined To Believe Tardsie When He Says He's Never Inhaled. No Lungs.
I now understand the haziness in the air in the late afternoon. And the giggles. And the long line outside of Chipotles.
Stoners are the only reasons Funions are sold at all.
Didn’t even know those things were still around. Funions, not stoners…
Like cockroaches, stoners will always be around.
Unfortunately, weed and I do not get along. I blogged about the last time I endeavoured to experiment with the herb, with embarrassing consequences, here: http://cakesandshakes.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/in-which-the-intrepid-traveller-returns/
Suffice it to say, nobody would ever believe me if I tried to fake knowing the significance of 420 or any other insider stoner stuff…
Smak,
My attention span could barely get through your post. I don’t even know what I’m typing. What’s your name? I have to go now, I have to go to school.
Le Clown
Clown, just say “nope” to dope and “ugh” to drugs!
I got high just from reading this post.