Goddamn, but my damaged brain is fried! Started today by smoking a little 'rass, then checked out a thread where my pal Linchpin was slanderin' me, sort of, saying I'm trolling him (which I ain't). Fucker needs to smoke more weed and quit being so goddamn paranoid, which is my professional, medical opinion.
Later, I talkd to a couple of Survivors, then smoked more weed and drank a nice 24oz. or so of Heineken.
Went out on a lake in a friend's boat, drank a few Buds, smoked a few buds, and went home. Now I'm a couple of hours away from homesweet homestead, drinking more beer, smoking more grass, and making plans to piss on the Straight building before I go to Virgil's house or his church tomarrow, after I wake up and smoke more grass, plus maybe drink a beer or pop a xanax or two. I wanna interview Virgil for the cover story of my new magazine, Scrote--the Official Magazine of the Fr. Cassian Fan Club, and I think he'd be a good subject. I hate the prick, but I'm not gonna let my personal feelings get in the way of my journalistic objectivity. I am, after all, a professional. I'll let you guys know how the interview goes, and see if I can get some pics of Virgil to show ya.
Anyway, thought I'd stop by, say hi, encourage you to get high, dispel some rumors, start some rumors, and give you a heads up on the Virgil interview that I have planned for the premier issue of Scrote--the Official Magazine of the Fr. Cassian Fan Club. Look for it at your local newsstand soon.
Oh yeah, almost forgot, I'm high on TBPITW.
