So, you're an executive pothead sitting around the confernce room table with all the stoner VP's. The discussion centers on marketing a product that, while overtly illegal, has such an upside in monopolizing the market and growth potential. And whose turn is it to change the bong water, anyway? The result is this product packaging that may have seemed clever and funny at their invention but got everyone involved a nice vacation at Club Fed that perhaps was a part of their golden parachute all along.


One Reply to The Cause And The Cure For The Munchies

Amy Austin | October 5, 2007
Just begs the eternal question...

Puffsi or Toka-Cola?

(I'll take a Toke & a Keef-Kat...;-D)


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