It just dawned on me that Yogi's pal Boo Boo always seemed stoned. The slow speech, the half-closed eyelids, the goofy smile...wasted, man! In this picture doesn't it look like he's stoned on his ass, pointing at something and saying, "Whoa, check it out!"
That's why Yogi & Boo Boo resorted to stealing picnic baskets, they had the munchies! Apparently someone was growing weed in Jellystone Park!
well, if Boo Boo Bear is a pothead, he definitely smokes medical marijuana. Why? you may ask- it's all in his name....... he has pain because of his boo boo. LOL PAX
I suspect he might be getting it from Baba Louie, smuggling it in from Mexico right under Quickdraw's nose!
I think Top Cat and his cronies might have their fingers in it! Think about it, they're always trying to pull some illegal hustle, it makes sense that they'd graduate to dealing dope!
HAAAAAAAAAAA! Read this dude. My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with: First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up. She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat. But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober any time in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day. Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
George Carlin: The seven dwarfs were each on different little trips. Happy was into grass and grass alone … Happy, that's all he did. Sleepy was into reds. Grumpy, too much speed. Sneezy was a full blown coke freak. Doc was a connection. Dopey was into everything. Any old orifice will do for Dopey. He's always got his arm out and his leg up. And then, the one we always forget, because he was Bashful. Bashful didn't use drugs. He was paranoid on his own. Didn't need any help on that ladder.
