B- Howdy Ranger. How's my old horse?
R- Hello Beel. I am good. I would be better if I got some grass like the neighbor horses got.
B- Yeah, it was another round up, Buddy. All 40 of them got out and took off. At least until the grass and weeds that bloomed this spring distracted them from their escape. It was pretty easy to convince them to go home and re-hook the panel they pushed open.
R- I heared you call them bad ducks. They are horses Beel. Not ducks.
B- Yeah Bud, but the tourist season is in full swing. Ducks is about all I could think of to shout at them that was... okay. Speaking of bud, grass, weed and tourists, lately we've had dozens of people show up at the lodge looking for the "Bud Depot" marijuana dispensary. I finally asked one of them why they thought we were dope dealers. He said "I have an app on my phone that sent me here." "Really?" I asked. "And what makes you think that the app is any less f---ed up than the guy got while he was researching it?" We just don't sell grass or weed here.
R- Why would the peoples want to buy grasses? They grow out of the ground. You just eat them.
B- Can't tell you Buddy. They do seem kind of confused, though. Maybe I could sell them a zip-lock full of dandelions. "Here's your weed. That will be $50."
R- I like dandelions. They taste good. I would still like some grass like the neighbor horses got.
B- Here you go my friend. No charge.