My fellow Unfinished Readers! I am extremly pissed off right now. You may be asking yourself why I would be in this current state and I would have to answer that I have just confirmed the fact that computers are the most technologically deranged objects in this world. I was writting a very nice dissertation on my current state of sobriety when along came my esc button and I managed to erase EVERYTHING I had penned. (and it was damned good too.) So my friends what we have here is, to coin the term losely...a problem. I refuse to retype it all again and you my loyal followers will have to get the slam-bam-thank-ya-mam version of everything I was trying to say. Here it is...
The American Indains say that Marijuana is a medicine. That it heals your inner soul and your physical self. Yet, what happens is you take to much Ex-lax? You'll have the shits for weeks. Take my advice and use Marijuana wisely. This is your last warning...
You my friend are a crazy bastard. I don't even own a bong!
Ex-Lax? What does that have to do with the price of a quarter sack in Mexico?