Read in that slow, deep, movie-trailer voice:
This is an inspiring tale of four young men who took on a dangerous project, with the odds stacked high against them.
"...these young people had wanted to craft a joint of 1.12 metres to beat the world record in the discipline and get it officially registered," said a police officer in eastern France."
I like how, in an effort to make all this sound dignified and serious, the French police used words like "craft" and "discipline". Almost makes it sound like those kids were trying to make a life-size replica of the Notre Dame out of ear wax.
While I laud these youngsters' attempt at immortality via the Giant Roach Path, my heart sank when I read this line:
"..police discovered the giant joint containing 70 grams of marijuana resin. It had not been finished because of a lack of tobacco."
I think I know exactly how this went down. The kids must have started rolling the Big One after smoking a few, discovered they were out of tobacco, each of them must have looked at the other person to "go get it from the shop across the street", a passive (but disjointed) argument must have broken out with everyone wondering "how come it was their turn every single time" and then tobacco must have been forgotten when one of them started to play a reggae mixtape.
Bummer, man. (link via Drudge Report)