How many times a week do you get really stoned and think about really deep shit. I mean really deeps shit. To the point you have to call your local Chabad rabbi to explain to him why you’ve seen a greater light or something like that. But you don’t want to call your rabbi in fear that
he might force you to put on teffilin it might be a Jewish holiday and he can’t pick up the phone. Or maybe you smoked a Hanukkah bowl and forgot which night it was.
Well I have good news and even better news: Is it a Jewish holiday today?
You’ll never be embarrassed for being a terrible Jew. Someone’s got your back… with a giant sans-serif font.