Get rid of the kind of weeds that are legal to own in all states.

Hey, um... how much?

How much? For what? Are you offering to help me in my garden?

Um... in a way, I guess. I'm just looking, you know, to take some plant matter off your hands.

Oh, I see. You want to take some of these weeds away with you, don't you?

SHHH! SHHH! NOT SO LOUD! The Man is gonna hear you!

Look, kid, I don't have time for this "is it or isn't it" crap. And I don't need your help cleaning my garden. I've got a Weed Eater now. See? That one trims, that one blows, that one edges, and whichever one I pick, I can help get rid of all the weeds I don't needs. Which means and your charming outdated slang have no place here.

Whoa, man. Harsh. I just wanted to find a new connection for my weed supply.

Oh, is this the part when you reveal that you just wanted weeds to use in your compost bin or something? Because that's not clever either. In fact, at your age, you should have grown out of all this drug humor long ago. Look at you. Did you even finish college?

Hey, man. That's mean! You're mean! I just kinda took a twenty-two year break to sort some things out.

Go on, clear off. I gotta take my Weed Eater back to the hemp garden and do a little clean up. Thank goodness that under the new state laws I don't have to deal with people like you any more.

Can I at least use my hose to wash my jean jacket, man?

You disgust me.

Whoa. Far out.

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