City Council can take my blunt wraps from my cold, dead hands

We have a week to knock these nerds off their latest whack idea.

The moment I retired from alcohol, my biggest vice instantly became fat doinks.

Specifically—flavored White Owl cigarilloes broken open, the filthy Kentucky tobacco dumped on the ground, and the shell filled with high-grade Ohio medical marijuana.

I start most days like that since it’s not like I have a commute or a pervert boss who fetishizes my urine.…