It’s all fun and games until some little old lady that sells organic honey at the farmers market has the Feds kick down her door because she’s in the wrong state to call her business “Grannie’s Backyard Bees”. Even worse when they discover grannie’s really has been hustling since ‘67.
Now I’m going to measure out all of my drug transactions using bee-weight.
An eighth would be “28 bees”.
Busted for trafficking- “Dude got caught haulin’ hives.”
OD- “stung by a killer bee”
Grow your own weed- “backyard beekeeper”
Cook your own meth- “backyard waspkeeper”
Let’s make this a thing so narcs have to learn a hilarious new vocabulary.
It’s all fun and games until some little old lady that sells organic honey at the farmers market has the Feds kick down her door because she’s in the wrong state to call her business “Grannie’s Backyard Bees”. Even worse when they discover grannie’s really has been hustling since ‘67.