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My ex-roomie and I had a pot fairy living in our apartment.  Every time things 
got dry, usually around mid-semester, we'd get wiggy, and start cleaning house 
just for something to do. We never failed to find at least half a joint, even 
as much as an eighth.  The odd thing was, we'd find the weed in places we knew 
we shouldn't. (under the sink, in the refrigerator, under my printer, in 
pockets of clothes we hadn't worn in months, etc...)  Eventually we figured 
that we had a fairy that would hide pot around around the apartment to reward 
us for all the people we got smoked up for free.  Sort of like the shoemaker 
and his elves.  
-MorphinE