Jan 22 2009 · Random
On the subway in NYC, you come across… um… eccentric personalities from time to time. On the F train last night, I was sitting a few feet away from a man who was muttering something to himself, he was loud but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. A few minutes later he yelled out across the train car, asking if the next stop was Union Turnpike (it wasn’t). A woman responded that she didn’t know, and he proceeded to explain to her that he was happy, very happy; in 2006 his doctor has diagnosed him with terminal cancer and told him he had 2 months to live. However, his cancer was now gone; he had cured himself by regularly drinking a mixture of green marijuana and ginger.
So there you go, cure for cancer = green marijuana + ginger