Long long ago a fox farted out cocane into

And weed was coming out of his ears

He was slowly eating the weed out of his own ears

. The weed from his own ears was delicious. He relished the taste.

Some people called him 'chia pet' or 'pot head.' His grass hair had a distinct cerebral high. When the feds knocked on his door,

it was by his own design. Did no one realize he had been manipulating the situation all along? In Canada this wouldn't, no couldn't have happened, but in Argentina he know it was

all those damn penguins fault! A lot of people think they're only at the south pole but they come up to the south part of Argentina sometimes and that's when he'd get them!

Or so he thought. Those cunning little tuxedo wearing creatures would get the best of him. They hid in the shadows, darting from corner to corner. He didn't have a second to was

te. He quickly rolled up his pant legs and kicked his shoes off. Next, he peeled his wet socks off and tied the ends together, forming a loop. He slid the sock loop over his head

and attached it to a nearby nail. "Goodbye cruel world!" he exclaimed, jumping into the void. Luckily the socks were of finest xeep wool and he made it safely to planet Xeepon.