I Can't Help It.

Several years ago I was up in Oregon visiting my Sister and her boyfriend Dave was expected to come over in the afternoon. He didn't have a ride and was waiting for some guys that lived near him to get home from picking moss, which they sell to the florist in town. It was pretty close to dinner time when Dave finally showed up and said, "It turned out that the guys changed their minds and drove up to town instead and picked up a bag of pot. So they never made it to the florist."  I said, "Are you trying to tell us that the rolling stoned gathered no moss?" I just couldn't help myself.