A friend of mine told me this
nice (and true) story. He has got some friends in their early 20es that lives 8
ppl in a shared house. Of course, they are quite open minded and into the small pleasures of life, like
hash. One day, they were baking a lot of hash cakes to have an
enjoyable evening.
Now who should come up and ring their
doorbell but
JW?!
JW: "
Hi - we have something that we'd like to show you. Don't you think that the world is turning into the worse?"
Ppl: "
But of cooourse. Please come in and let's talk about it over some coffee. We've just made some nice tasty cookies...".
The JW have never ever
appeared there again. You can only
imagine what happened when the
drugs started to work (which happened after they'd left).