I worked with a guy once who had been a state trooper in Oklahoma. He was married to a Cherokee gal that was about 2/3 crazy. She told a story about going grocery shopping with her friend who a had a 4 yr old little girl. They got stoned on the way to the grocery store and spent the whole time giggling at the fruit and cutting up while the kid rode in the seat in the cart. When they got to the checkout, they were still snickering and trying to load stuff on the belt. The little girl sighs, looks at the checkout lady and rolls her eyes and sez, “They’re f**ked up”.