An un expected find

I was right when I said it was going to be a strange year.

We went for a walk this morning, as per usual, when my husband picked up a stick and decided to take it with him to protect his dog from other dogs or something. It is not clear why he picked it up and it was not strictly a stick, it was a strong plastic pipe, like a broom handle.

When we arrived back home, I asked him to use it to knock some of the wild plums off from the high branches of our tree, because I wanted to make some wild plum jam, when something wrapped in newspaper fell from the pipe. At closer inspection we discovered it was someone's stash. Someone hid the stash inside the pipe for collection by someone else later. Neither of us can remember where we found the "stick". It was done so subconsciously.

There must be a little dagga plantation in our neighborhood, because it was still fresh.

Some years ago I found a lot of little dagga plants growing by a storm-water pipe at Milnerton beach. I thought at the time that the storm-water system carried the seeds there. My husband argued that it was possibly a place where they gather to smoke the stuff. It was near the beach and we all know lots of "onheiligheid" goes on by the beach at night.

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EVERY WORD COUNTS

Two priests were among the 1000 killed in a train wreck.

Arriving at the Pearly Gates, they found St. Peter and his assistant, Charlie, flustered by the rush. Addressing the two priests, St. Peter said, "Look you guys, we can’t handle all these people at once. Since you are men of the cloth, I can give you a special deal. You can sit on the bench over there and wait your turn like the rest of the folks, or I can let you go back, to Earth for two weeks, off the record, as anything you like." "Terrific!", said the first priest. "My life-long dream was to spend time in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado just enjoying the natural beauty, but I never got there. I'd like to go back as an eagle so I can soar over the mountains and really enjoy the majesty of those peaks and valleys."

"Done," said St. Peter, and the priest disappeared. "Now," he said to the second priest, "how about you?" "Off the record, eh? Well, considering what I had to give up to become a priest, I'd like to go back as a stud."

"Done!" said St. Peter, and the second priest disappeared.

Two weeks later, just about sundown, Charlie was about to go to dinner when St. Peter said, "Not yet, Charlie. I just remembered, we have two priests down on earth and their two weeks are up today. You have to go get them before we quit for the day. Now, finding the first one won't be hard. He's an eagle flying over the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. Finding the second guy will be a bit tougher.

He's somewhere in Wisconsin on a snow tire."

Every word counts.

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