I was at a DMB concert a few years back, and people were just smoking in the crowd. Good fun for everyone. Fuck the police, son. Fuck 'em.
I say, when you get there, you just do your biznas on the lawn. Smoke a few bowls right there - and if an officer approaches you, you just bludgeon him mercilessly with his nightstick [which you will have grabbed from his "toolbelt" while your friend gets him from behind with the closest medium to large sized stone. : - D Then you run the hell away, and don't tell nobody 'bout what gon'ed on that night.
Whaoaslh. What the hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll l =-O
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