I AM GONNA CONFESS (GULP)
#eek … Gulp here goes….. Mum, don’t judge. #forgiveme #iloveyou (now I know my mum aint on Skool, but just in case hey) Ohhh, buckle up. This is prime childhood stupidity. Have I practiced sleazy a** tactics? Have I lied? Have I done some dodgy shit in my life? OF COURSE I HAVE. 🤗 Come on, peeps, let’s be freaking HUMAN for a second. We’ve ALL tried some shady stuff at some point. So there I was, sipping my water (wild, I know), reminiscing about some of my more questionable decisions... And suddenly, I remembered a business venture from my childhood that - looking back - was hilariously awful. Enter: The GREAT MINTY WEED SCAM of (The Year We Thought We Were the Coolest Kids on the Block). 1980's... I must have been about 9, 10, or 11—old enough to be sneaky, but young enough to be an idiot. At the time, smoking was "cool.” 🚬 Kids were messing around with cigarettes, some were even trying to get their hands on weed. And being the tiny entrepreneurial geniuses that we were (LOL), my friends and I saw an opportunity. We came up with the "brilliant" (read: ridiculous) idea to invent our own special brand of weed. We called it… “Menthol Weed.” (Because obviously, minty-flavored weed was what the world needed? 🤦♀️) What did we do? We smashed up Polo mints, mixed them with actual tobacco, rolled them into little joints, and started selling them as some next-level, exclusive shit. 🙈 guess what? PEOPLE BOUGHT THEM. For all of about two whole hours. Then someone actually smoked one, realised they’d just inhaled a glorified minty disaster, and well… that was the end of our empire. (Which, honestly, was a blessing because I’m pretty sure we were on the path to some kind of lawsuit or a local legend status we did NOT want.) Moral of the Story? 1️⃣ Tell the truth. Because Polo mint roll-ups won’t fool anyone for long. 2️⃣ If you’re gonna sell something, make sure it’s not complete crap. 3️⃣ Just because you think you’re the coolest kids on the block… doesn’t mean you are.