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Long ago, in a galaxy not that far from Spokane, a group of friends were sitting around a campfire behind their buddy Bear's house. It was a classic Friday night: cheap lawn chairs, someone's Bluetooth speaker playing lo-fi beats, and the unmistakable scent of questionable decisions floating in the air.
Now, here's the thing — Bear's little cousin was staying the weekend. He was 8 years old and curious about everything. Too curious. He kept popping in and asking things like: "What's that smell?" "Why are you all laughing at the grass?" "Why is Dylan petting the fire pit?" The crew, high but responsible-ish, decided to speak in code so cuz wouldn't catch on. Bear, in a moment of accidental genius (or THC divine inspiration), said: "Yo, wanna go… mokabo?" Everyone blinked. "Moka-what?" "Mokabo. It's like… smoke a bowl. But, you know. Stealth mode." Boom. It caught on instantly. Suddenly, the whole group was dropping phrases like: "You tryna mokabo after this burrito?" "Bro, I just mokabo'd and spent 45 minutes looking for my phone. It was in my hand." "Mokabo Mondays, baby. Let's get weird." By the end of the summer, mokabo had become more than slang — it was a lifestyle. A state of mind. A verb, noun, and mood. And thus, a legend was born. |