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Snoop Dogg (aka Calvin Broadus) was arrested in Sweden last night on suspicion of drug use. The rapper had just finished a concert with P Diddy when, along with a female passenger, he was pulled over in central Stockholm and taken into custody. According to officer Mats Braennlund of the Stockholm police department, Broadus showed "visible signs of drug use" and smelled of marijuana. While Broadus and his female companion were being held [and giving urine samples], police raided his hotel room, finding marijuana cigarettes. According to Braennlund:

"The tests will be analysed, which normally takes about two or three weeks, and then we will see whether charges will be pressed." (Source)

Uhhh, let me save them two weeks and about 150 bucks in lab fees: DUDE, IT WAS WEED. Seriously, I really don't think it's necessary to spend weeks analyzing evidence and building a case--this isn't the damn Lindbergh baby kidnapping. It was just a little marijuana. Besides, my uncle told me that everyone in Europe smokes (actually his exact words were "them damn Euros just a bunch of pot smokin' America-hatin' hippies."). Of course he also wore a suit made out of a confederate flag to his wedding, so he may not be the most reliable source.

The New York Post is reporting that S N Double O P Dee Go Double Gee (Snoop Dogg for those that don't own Doggystyle) is coming out with a documentary on Spike TV directed by Gabriel London. According to London, the purpose of the documentary is

"to use the stories of kids still caught up in what Snoop once lived" to shed light on the realities of imprisoned youths. Snoop, however, still faces his own run-ins with the law - he is scheduled for arraignment on drug charges later this month.

I respect the Doggfather for his Doggystyle TV that brought my street vocab up to par (just add izzle), but Snoop Dogg in a documentary? How can a guy that employs his own blunt rolling servant remember anything about his childhood? I've only been in a bong-fueled haze for the past five years and I can't remember my address, let alone the juvenile delinquency facility where I lost my B-side virginity. Thank god Snoop introduced me to chronic trees!