This morning I went outside to smoke my cigarette and there, behind the "butt bucket", were two sets of rubber gloves and a Ziploc baggie of...um...frankly, I have no idea what it was. Cuttle? Dog treats? Small bricks of hash? Does hash even exist any more?
I sent McNASA a photo of it, asking if he'd stashed something quickly. The answer is no. So now I am left to wonder what in the hell is being hidden on my side porch. And to wonder who thought it was smart to hide something next to an ashtray.
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