C’mon Rom, why you gotta bust our ass over pot, man?
So like, in La Jolla, and I should know because I used to be a driver in LA, man, and not that Ryan Gosling shit, I drove meds to patients, it was a weird gig, but anyway, so Mitt Romney has a house in La Jolla! I know. So he has a house in La Jolla on the beach and get this – right? – no seriously get this, he totally has extra police patrol the beach when he’s in town to make sure people aren’t smoking pot. Dude! Seriously!
According to this New York Times article (which I totally read, man, don’t judge, they say some insightful shit sometimes) in which it paints Mitt as a total Dad-from-Footloose about smoking ganj.
A young man in town recalled that Mr. Romney confronted him as he smoked marijuana and drank on the beach last summer, demanding that he stop. The issue appears to be a recurring nuisance for the Romneys. Mr. Quint, who lives on the waterfront near Mr. Romney, said that a police officer had asked him, on a weekend when the candidate was in town, to report any pot smoking on the beach. The officer explained to him that “your neighbors have complained,” Mr. Quint recalled. “He was pretty clear that it was the Romneys.”
What’s that about? Dude is clearly power tripping. What a dick. Mitt once told People magazine that he tried a cigarette and a beer ONCE as a teenager and that he was “wayward” for making that decision. To have ONE sip of a beer. What a fucking choad. If you can’t handle your shit you can’t handle you shit, man, don’t get all preachy about it. We’re just trying to have a good time and forget about work and shit, dude, so if you’re going to be a dick about it just go further down the beach. This is America, man, what are you trying to do, run for President?