420

Last Thursday I was at my buddies house, when a monster beer pong tournament unexpectedly broke out. As a former Spartan, and current alcoholic, I could not let this test of manhood pass by without forcefully throwing my hat into the ring.

For the next two hours I blazed a path of violence and destruction that no college student has seen before or since. I pounded the shit out of those gay little red cups and made many a pathetic poser drink the golden bounty that they held within. When my domination was complete, I retired to the couch and left my victims to cower in awe and lick their numerous wounds.

As I was sitting there, enjoying my victory, an ugly ball of pig-tailed blubber approached my throne and began to ask me questions. This poor excuse for a girl had heard that I was a cop, and though unsure of it at first, my dead nuts sniper skills had quickly convinced her that the legend was true.

After awhile, a couple other people overheard her asking me questions and started in with some of their own. Eventually, someone brought up the inevitable, “What does 420 really mean?” and the crowd went into a frenzy.

In case you’re a total square, the term “420” is synonymous with smoking pot. Lots of people like to light up at 4:20, April 20TH (4/20) is national weed day, and so on and so forth.

Contrary to popular belief, 420 is not police code for Marywanna. If I see people smoking weed I don’t yell out, “Radio, we got a 420 in progress” or any stupid shit like that. I simply kick them in the balls and yell at them for being hippies.

Since I’ve never known how this all got started, I decided to look it up. After an extensive scholarly research session (AKA, I played around on the internet for about 5 minutes) I found the following article on About.com.

“According to Steven Hager, editor of High Times, the term 420 originated at San Rafael High School, in 1971, among a group of about a dozen pot-smoking wiseacres who called themselves the Waldos, who are now pushing 50. The term was shorthand for the time of day the group would meet, at the campus statue of Louis Pasteur, to smoke pot. Intent on developing their own discreet language, they made 420 code for a time to get high, and its use spread among members of an entire generation.”[1]

So there you go ass clowns.

[1] http://parentingteens.about.com/cs/marijuana/a/420meaning.htm