I feel like if I ever get a job where I have to answer phones, I'll hate it so much that I'd quit by answer a call and saying, "Hello. Thank you for calling Herb Lore Gardens. We take care of all your Herb Lore-iest needs. Except me. I'm blowing this popsicle stand. Oh, and we also sell "Herb Lore" popsicles, but they're made outta weed so... yeah. BYE!" And the place would probably sell stamps or help people start rock collections or some shit like that.



















