Yo! Man, I miss meth sometimes, yo!
Actually, not methamphetimine itself, but the total lack of responsibility that comes with lighting up a fresh glass. I remember just sitting in my chair at 409 Windom grilling wings and smoking meth. I was way too drunk and high to pull it off though, and ended up burning the food. That happened a lot, actually. See? You don't have to be responsible when smoking meth, snorting Ambien, drinking Wild Turkey and grilling out. I used to come home all the time and open the grill to get 'er ready and finding last night's "supper" there.
Why is "supper" in quotes? Simple -- I never ate anything I grilled!
I'm better now. Why this post? Well, I was jamming to Recovery by Eminem and folding the laundry and it hit me -- if only I could smoke a great big glassa meth, all this laundry would go away...but so would my wife, my kids, my education, my job...the list goes on, yo!
The bird clock is singing 3:00. Actually, it's singing 7:00 cause the batteries went out 'n' I haven't bothered to fix it. NO, I'm NOT on meth...pinkie swear!
-- The Bone
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