## Rodents Reveling in Requisitioned Reefer: A Truly Fitting End
Seriously? Rats. *Rats*. Are getting higher than a Mardi Gras tourist who’s just discovered Hurricanes. At New Orleans police headquarters, no less! I mean, is this some kind of performance art piece I missed? Because frankly, the sheer absurdity of it all deserves an award.
You know, these are the same folks tasked with keeping our city safe and upholding the law. The guardians of order. And what’s their legacy now? Facilitating a rodent rave fueled by confiscated cannabis? It’s almost poetic in its tragicomedy. Like a cosmic joke whispered through crumbling French Quarter balconies.
I picture it: tiny, beady eyes gleaming with blissful disorientation as they scamper across evidence lockers, leaving trails of… well, you can imagine. They’re probably holding miniature jazz funerals for discarded donuts and plotting elaborate schemes to redistribute the goods. “More green, please!” I can practically hear them squeaking.
And let’s be honest, it’s a brilliant metaphor. The very thing they’re supposed to control – this plant that some find harmless enjoyment in – is now being enjoyed by the vermin *inside* their fortress of authority. It screams of incompetence and systemic failure so loudly you can hear it over the street performers.
This isn’t just about a few high rodents, people! This is a symbol! A monument to… something. I’m not entirely sure what, but it definitely involves a serious re-evaluation of security protocols and a hefty dose of self-awareness. Perhaps they should install tiny little rat-sized breathalyzers? Just saying.
It’s just… perfect. Utterly, wonderfully, perfectly ridiculous.
