the best way to hoodwink a gardener

I drove to Santa Monica today to buy an eighth of pot. My dealer is really cool-- I met him through a middle aged dude who lived in my old building. He sells pot full time and that's pretty serious, in case you didn't know. He lives in a nice little building in Santa Monica with his wife, he has a couple cats and a dog, he seems to live a pretty low-profile life.

I went in and we did our usual transaction and as I was getting ready to leave, he mentioned to me that it would be obvious to the gardeners outside that we had just done some kind of drug deal. He was all "Let me give you something so they don't think you were here to buy pot". Do you want to know what he gave me?

A Mudvayne concert DVD.

Pretty brilliant, right?