420 = police code
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Apparently not.
Urban Dictionary says it comes from a group of pot-heads in the '70s called the Waldos. It definitely seems to be in agreement that the police code thing is a falsehood.
Snopes, too: [link]
Sorta dumb to use a police code as your secret code from, you know, the police. Even stoned people couldn't be that dumb.
I feel so very out of it, since I had no idea what that meant.
Me too. I had no idea. Although now the police-code thing has been mentioned, maybe I had heard of it, but in the context of teenager slang.
I thought maybe it was some code for someone who had undergone a sex change.
So, um, I think I'll go to bed. Did I study for my final tomorrow? Nope. Why would I do a silly thing like that?
I did buy a swimsuit today, though. So freaking depressing. Three sizes larger than my last suit, which is kind of why I needed it, but still. I complain about this as I sit and eat a bowl of fully fat ice cream and had chicken quesadillas filled with cheese and chicken and guacamole and sour creamy goodness for dinner.
I also bought three pairs of shoes--sandals, I might add. The retail therapy, she is good. Now, did I really need three new pairs of sandals? Especially half-way through summer? No. But they sure are pretty!
I thought maybe it was some code for someone who had undergone a sex change.
Because there are 420 things different between men and women?
No, because the guy was adamant it was not sexual, but he would not share a bedroom with a male, and would only accept a female, and he read as nuts, so I figured the aliens told him which numbers to choose.
My dad just called. My mom's in the hospital again. It's probably nothing, but I'm still kind of worried.