The Full Boof

In today’s episode of You Can’t Make This Shit Up, a cannabis CEO proudly declared, “I don’t use cannabis very often, but I think our vapes are the absolute best,” instantly earning the admiration of investors, LinkedIn thought leaders, and absolutely no one who’s ever actually inhaled anything besides flavored air.

n today’s episode of Corporate Delusion Olympics, a bargain-bin startup proudly strutted onto LinkedIn to announce a “DREAM JOB ALERT” for a marketing role… while offering a salary that screams, “We don’t respect your profession and we think exposure is a valid currency.”

There’s a Slack channel called #springfield-seo-war-room that currently contains seven agencies, three freelancers, two AI writing tools, and a handful of “strategists” who speak exclusively in phrases like “content velocity” and “authority signals” but couldn’t point to a single page they’ve actually improved if you put a gun to their Patagonia vest.

In an inspiring commitment to educational mediocrity, the University of New England announced the launch of its new cannabis industry program, a bold academic initiative staffed almost entirely by people whose résumés read like a Craigslist section titled Jobs I Almost Had.

“Banquet Salisbury Steak: Chef’s Signature RSO Drizzle” Because not every infused meal needs to involve saffron, microgreens, and a chef who calls himself an “alchemist.”

The Invitations No One Wanted to Receive No one admits how nervous they were when the invites went out. They’ll joke about it now. Post about it. Laugh it off in Slack threads and group chats. But when those envelopes first landed, no return address, no branding, just a matte black card that read “You’ve been nominated. Attendance strongly recommended.”, people checked the categories twice. Some checked with legal. Others checked their last three product launches.

In a scene more predictable than a THC-infused seltzer brand posting a mocktail recipe nobody asked for, a cannabis CEO reportedly entered the marketing department today and unleashed the annual trauma trigger: “Sooo… what are we doing for 4/20?” Eyewitnesses say the room immediately filled with the sound of collective soul evaporation, described by OSHA as “similar to a Roomba choking on a gummy worm.”

There are a lot of ways to mess up cannabis. You can overprice it. You can under-trim it. You can package it like it’s trying to win a minimalist design award in 2016. But allegedly shipping THC that doesn’t match the label, plus mold, plus E. coli? That’s not a mistake. That’s a full-blown operational philosophy.

This year, we remained deeply committed to social equity, community engagement, and looking like we care just enough to avoid getting yelled at on LinkedIn. We understand the importance of repairing the harms caused by prohibition. We also understand the importance of maintaining strong margins. Balancing both has been… inspirational.

Somewhere off the coast of Ghana, a fisherman is staring at the ocean like it just punk’d him. Because instead of fish, or shells, or anything remotely natural, the tide is coughing up thousands of U.S. cannabis-branded t-shirts, promo lanyards, and freebie tote bags, a floating landfill of failed marketing campaigns that even Goodwill rejected.

The universe has finally granted us a lawsuit so stupid, so chaotically on-brand for this industry, it feels like performance art. A class action has officially been filed against Dosist after hospitals across the country reported a surge of women showing up with what doctors have gently described as “vape-related internal confusion.” Translation: Women are shoving Dosist disposables into their vaginas like they’re launching a NASA mission to microdose their uteruses.

In what executives are calling “perfectly normal timing” and everyone else is calling “come on, man,” Connected has officially announced the launch of its new infused chocolate bar… a suspiciously familiar wafer-based product that looks, tastes, and snaps exactly like a Kit Kat. The announcement comes less than a week after reports surfaced that over 400,000 Kit Kat bars vanished during a transit heist that authorities have described as “weirdly specific” and “honestly kind o

After years of anonymous posts dragging the cannabis industry through broken glass and expired eighths, Boof du Jour has officially revealed its founders. Not because they got caught. Not because of a leak. Because, according to sources close to the situation, “their egos physically could not take it anymore.”

Urban-gro just pulled off one of the most impressive magic tricks in modern cannabis: They made their problems disappear by making the entire business disappear.

The U.S. military officially opened its doors to 40-somethings with past cannabis convictions this week, immediately creating the most relaxed, injury-prone fighting force in modern history.

There is now a vape pen that can hear you. It can process your voice. It can respond in a calm, reassuring tone like it just graduated from therapy school. It still won’t hit. “Hey Pen, set temp to 2.4 volts.” “Got it. Optimizing your experience.” You press the button. Nothing. You inhale again like maybe it just needed encouragement. Still nothing. Now you’re standing there having a full conversation with a piece of hardware that has the confidence of a Tesla and the perform