Ahh... Florida.

Haha, my mom is selling her clothes starting at 80$ a pop... her target market is middle aged rich women.
You willing to give up your ganja money for that, kids?


I am not too sarcastic, I am just too silly for my own good. I need to take life more seriously, my parents say.

Imagination?

 

I hate warm weather in the winter.

But the big empty house sounds nice.

 

When I lived in Grand Prairie, we used to say the same thing. It's -50, but don't worry. It's a dry cold.

 

Yes. I don't buy the reefer.


Maybe I'll buy her clothes and wear them around just to spite you.

 

Do you perform sexual favours for it?

Or do you know someone who is rather kind?

 

I'm a horticulture enthusiast.

Psh, if I wanted traditional Honduran clothing, I'd just order a plain Hanes Beefy-T or something.

Actually, if I recall, alot of their stuff is produced in Niceragua.

 

Makes sense. Alot of friends in Arkansas are.

It's so beautiful when it's purple and it shines.

It's even better when it's given to you by a barefooted pregnant girl with dreadlocks.
I miss those silly kids.

 

I miss them too... and I don't even know who they are. Or maybe it's just me relating to the locks of dread and in correlation me missing my dreads which will reign upon my head...one day.

But until then, I shall live in complete and utter woe and misery... going through days of binges on black tar heroin and keeping my spider monkey for money, as I use it to get through days of primate breeding and organ grinding. I lead a simple, but merry life, consisting of, in extremity, these few little things which keep the world in rotation on it's pitiful little axis which man has destroyed over and over again with his belligerant cockmonsters we call corporate executives, which we have to witness dancing around the planet on bluetooth headsets...

That's my life.

 

Heroine will be the death of you! You will fall into a demise, junkies struggeling over fallen alleys, death lingering in the hallways. Epidemic in the night, needle stained nightmares.

 

Oh shit. Not that!

 

Yes... that!

 

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt....

Well that's a bummer, eh? Great bippity boppity, you swell pseudo-negrotic judaic friend, you are. Golly gee, I think I feel like smoking myself retarded.

 

Haha, fed-ex me some great horiculture... it's dry dry dry here where I know nobody