Surely by now, after years spent serving in the trenches of your cubicle, you’ve already long ago developed a love for the escapist properties of marijuana. Fuck, you’ve probably even convinced yourself it makes you more productive.
But, of course, the boss doesn’t condone this sort of enjoyment unless your office happens to be run by Vibe or High Times. But like Halloween being the one day a year when a girl can dress like a slut and no other girl can say anything, 4/20 is the one day a year you can roll in (after rolling up) to the office blunted as all get out and no co-worker can say shit.