A cop in Dearborn, Mich. confiscates pot, then takes it home and makes brownies with his wife. If you haven’t seen this news story yet, it’s priceless. Listen for the snort at the end.
"Way back in the days when the grass was still green
and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean,
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place."
—Dr. Seuss