Cheech & Chong.

Cheech Marin sang along with the radio as he drove down the dirt road. In the back of the van Tommy Chong sat amongst a pile of bulging trash sacks. The pair had just come from Cheech's cousin's shack out in the desert and had 100LB of grade A superskunk, Chong finished rolling his joint, it was a foot and a half long and he gazed at it with pride.

"Hey Cheech man," The hippy called out. "I just skinned up a little taster."

"I told you, take it easy." Cheech scolded. "How are we supposed to make a profit if you keep smoking all the goods?"

The only answer Cheech got was a billow of sweet smelling smoke wafting in from the back of the van. He flapped his hand to clear the smoke and did a double take, standing by the side of the road were two naked chicks with their thumbs stuck out. He stamped on the brakes and the van skidded to a halt beside the women.

Tiffany turned to Cherry and smiled.

"See, I told you this would work. It's just like the article in that booklet. The one where the driver picks up two Swedish hitchikers. If we offer him copious sexual activity he will convey us to the nearest conurbation."

"Greetings fellow human." Tiffany said to Cheech. "We request that you transport us to the nearest site of habitation."

"Say you speak funny." Cheech said. "And how come you're naked?"

"We're from Sweden." Cherry answered.

Cheech looked at the well stacked black chick dubiously.

"You're from Sweden?" He shrugged. "Hop in."

Tiffany climbed in beside Cheech, while Cherry slid the van's side door open. A pall of blueish smoke poured out. Cherry clambered in the back with Tommy.

"Hello." She said, "I'm Cherry. I come from Sweden, do you have any donuts?"

Tommy Chong stared at Cherry, then looked at the monster reefer he was smoking.

"Oh man, this is good shit." He said.