This entry is rated PG-13

Okay, so I know there are those of you out there that would not approve... but I'm going to tell you anyway. If nothing else, then just for more insight about the world.
The first night that Pamela and I were in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, we met up with a girl named Emma. She is Australian and is very cool, calm, collected, intellectual (almost nerdy), insightful person and we had a few hours of conversation about (what else?) Pol Pot, the Khmer Rouge regime, the Land Mine Museum, etc over a few beers at a local bar.
During the course of our conversation, she mentioned that she had met two guys on the boat that day that she was supposed to meet at Happy Herbs Pizza at four o'clock, but didn't make it for one reason or another.
"Oh, yeah!" I remember thinking.
I had read something about Happy Herbs Pizza. It was a pizza parlour in Phnom Penh that incorporates marijuana right into the pizza. So you go there and order a pizza and, in the end, end up with not only with some delicious pizza, but you get stoned in the process. Billiant!
I mentioned to Emma that I had wanted to go there... for nothing more than the fact that I could!!! It took all of three seconds for Pam and Emma to jump up and hail a tuk tuk taxi. We were hungry and curious.
So, we made our way to Happy Herbs Pizza where Emma found the two guys that she was supposed to have met at 4:00 pm that day.
"Funny," she says, "It's like 10 o'clock at night. What are they doing here?"
She went to go talk to then and, as it turned out, Happy Herbs Pizza made them so happy that they came back for more.
Emma invited the boys over to our table so we could all be happy together, but it turned out that the boys had ordered their pizza "extra happy" and were pretty much too stoned to speak. Anyway, it was good advice... be content with just being happy and don't be greedy and try to be extra happy.

We ended up ordering two medium pizzas, a supreme and a hawaiian. The pizza came and we began to devour it. We were all so hungry and the pizza was freakin' awesome.
At one point during our feast, we noticed two security guard/police men outside the restaurant. They had been there the entire time and I remember Emma making some remark about getting the death penalty in Cambodia for being caught with drugs.
Funny.... that remark alarmed us all of a few seconds before we erupted in fits of laughter. Honestly, I just used reason and a bit of intelligence to assume that there would be no restaurant serving happy pizza if all of it's patrons were carted away to Cambodian prison upon leaving the door.

Anyway, it ended up being an extremely interesting meal... quite yummy and quite happy. I still can't get over the fact that it's there and it's legal.... but, hey, who's complaining?
:)