Bingo and Marijuana
The last time I went to visit an elderly friend of mine at the nursing home I got told to wlk down the hall to the auditorium ‘cuz she had gone to play Bingo.
“OK, no problem. I can hang out with a little Bingo w/ the old folks. No sweat,” I thought to myself.
I had no idea what waited for me when I opened those doors. I expected old people staring intently at their Bingo cards trying desperately to keep up w/ the odd combinations of letters and numbers coming out of the Bingo Caller’s mouth.
Instead, it seemed as though I arrived just a bit too early and saw this:
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Yep. A room full of old people getting ready to Bob Marley their way into winning big money.
Now who says old people don’t know how to have a good time, huh?
