24-hour garage entirely propped up by local drug users

A 24-HOUR garage in Bristol survives entirely on the custom of drug-addled locals buying late night snacks, it has emerged.

The Esso petrol station in Stoke Bishop manages to remain a viable business thanks to dozens of stoners who flock there each night to purchase king size Rizlas, cans of Monster Energy and sharing bags of Doritos.

Employee Charlotte Phelps said: “We probably sell our last petrol by 11pm, and after that it’s like Night of the Living Dead. Just dozens of shuffling idiots blitzed out of their mind on hash, dumbly searching for crisps.

“I’d say about 60 per cent of our business is stoner-based, and a further 20 per cent is people on MDMA who drift in at 3am to buy a bottle of Coke and tell us how much they love us.

“Really we’re a munchie store-slash-chill-out area with a sideline in fossil fuels. Honestly, if the police ever crack down on drugs in this area, our business would capsize instantly.”

Local weed enthusiast Oliver O’Connor said: “They’re providing a public service by staying open all the time, like the NHS. Except better because they sell those massive bags of Frazzles.”

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