Mr. Rogen, this is a Sephora (they just sold a joint that's three feet long)

It was 90 degrees in New York City today. Yeah, you know it's bad when you get that dirty gust of wind from the subway and you go, "Ahh!" --Jimmy Fallon

A marijuana company in Los Angeles just sold a joint that's three feet long. And this is very thoughtful, they even included a little guide explaining what happens when you smoke a three-foot joint. After six inches, you call the supermarket to ask why peanut butter doesn't come in sticks like regular butter. After a foot, you realize you're talking into your wallet instead of your phone. After a foot and a half, you try to plug your wallet in so that you can call the supermarket and get to the bottom of this peanut butter thing.  After two feet, you realize you've stuffed your wallet into a jar of peanut butter. After two and a half feet, you bring your peanut-buttered wallet to the Apple Store to get repaired. And after three feet, the guy working at the Genius Bar says, "Mr. Rogen, this is a Sephora." --Jimmy Fallon

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