“How did we lose the war on drugs? We outright lied and everything!”
Propaganda! If you tell people you won enough times, eventually they’ll believe you.
In the meantime, you convert the whole legal and illegal drug industry into a money making market so that your shareholders can make a profit … because in the end, Capitalists did win the war on drugs by profiteering from it.
Why didn’t the person taking the picture help Terry’s friend?
He was smoking the reefer, too! He sold that film for drug money.
Whenever I smoke cannabis it also puts me into a murderous rage
“I’ll kill you… after I eat all these donuts and get off the couch.”
“You know what? fuck that, you come to me. Bring a Knife too.”
While it’s easy to believe this came out of the '80s DARE campaign, it’s fake, just in case anyone thought it was real.
I know I’m way late, but this is from the movie Blood Rage, which is set on Thanksgiving. This is actually what happens in this scene.
What?!
Eh, it’s close enough to Reefer Madness that the details don’t matter more than the vibes
This sentiment here is why we live in a post truth world.
I think there’s a different level of expectation of historical accuracy in a shitpost community.
Oh damn, I thought it was safe, but that story proves it’s not so safe as I thought.
The damage these PSAs do cannot be understated
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Consequences !!
Oh man that final sentence… 😂
Marijuana is very dangerous. I know a guy who died after injecting it for the first time.
Conveniently enough the kevin nealon-looking murderer is already in prison garb
I gave Terry one more chance the year after, but he sniffed the turkey and suddenly started chasing the dog while wielding a carrot peeler.
Thanks for reminding me that I’ve got some gummies on the table.
Yup. If there’s one thing I associate with getting high, it’s not the couch, snacks, or cartoons. It’s the violent bursts of homicidal insanity.
Marijuana gave me the munchies so bad once, I cannibalized my family.
That happened to me, except instead of killing my friend, I ate too much corn bread and watched cartoons.
Killed that cornbread, if you know what I mean! … Eh, eh? … I’ll see myself out.
Cornbread. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.
