Yin: God created it.
Yang: Man demonizes it.
Yin: One puff alters your outlook for the better.
Yang: Fifty makes you comatose.
Yin: The sweetest smell on earth…
Yang: Causes neighbors to call the cops.
Yin: All music sounds unbelievably great.
Yang: Katy Perry?
Yin: You finally make it to the Cannabis Cup.
Yang: You space your hotel key, your wallet and your passport.
Yin: You feel love for all people.
Yin: Your creative talent blossoms.
Yang: Your new poem reads: “I like peanut butter, but horses can’t swim.” Huh?
Yin: Pot offers stress relief.
Yang: Having no pot caused the stress.
Yin: A growroom in your studio apartment.
Yang: Good-bye, bathroom.
Yin: Pot makes you new friends.
Yang: They don’t have any pot.
Yin: Your new glass bong rocks!
Yang: When it breaks, a shard of glass punctures your eyeball.
Yin: The euphoria that pot creates is priceless.
Yang: If your pot is free.
Yin: You successfully smuggle seeds.
Yang: All of your plants turn out to be male.
Yin: If you’ve got glaucoma, pot saves your eyesight.
Yang: Now you can see your handcuffs.
Yin: A fat, juicy ounce
Yang: It’s wet. When it dries, it’s only an eighth.
Yin: Incredible pot brownies.
Yang: You’ve forgotten your name.
Yin: New strains created constantly.
Yang: New jails created constantly.
Yin: Pot eases asthma symptoms.
Yang: You cough up a lung – and you don’t even have asthma!
Yin: Medical marijuana miracles
Yang: For lab animals only
Yin: Ann Arbor Hash Bash
Yang: Well – where’s the hash?
Yin: TV is suddenly hilarious
Yang: You’re way too stoned!
Yin: Premium rolling papers.
Yang: You possess the manual dexterity of a truck driver.
Yin: Smoking makes sex even better.
Yang: A forgotten roach ignites the mattress.
Yin: The munchies make everything taste terrific.
Yang: You’re a whale.
Yin: Twelve-inch outdoor colas
Yin: Over 80 million Americans have tried it.