Right now we are in the process of getting a new drug dealer. More info coming soon. Our original drug dealer has jumped ship. He's now swimming aimlessly with fish, sharks and bits of coral. Not an uplifting sight. Children, this is what happens when you ditch Bobb and her island. Violence. Pure Violence. Don't try this at home. Now, on the lighter side, the last poem ever written by our humble dd (no, not designated driver...).

i once had a fish named willie
he died while i was at under water basket weaving camp
we flushed him when i got home
a funeral fit only for a fish
it was sad
i cried
but then i got a new fish
i named him billie
billie died while i was at martial arts camp
we fried him when i got home
a funeral fit only for a fish
(he tasted bad)
it was sad and i cried
but then...