A few years back, an old friend of mine was away from his apartment for about a week. While he was gone, someone broke in and drank all his beer ( a couple cases ) and left the bottles and cans laying around everywhere. His green herbal smoke was missing as well (a couple pounds). He found a poem written on his dining room table (in permanent marker) , and this is what it read...
" I was here, but you were not. So I Drank your beer, and stole your pot."
We used to be known for pulling practical jokes on each other, so he has always blamed me for this, and we are no longer friends. I have to admit, I still laugh my a$$ off when I think about it.
