Hey, remember a couple years ago when I was really blasted? Yeah, I did those lawfully too. It is tricky, but the increase in self-satisfying, pure pleasure satisfaction is absolutely worth it.
Kids today and their thunderous ignorance of actual modern law theory. Adorable. And, why would someone doing illegal drugs, mock others for doing illegal drugs? Is it a security system? Is it mirror magick? Is it tea for two, or two for tea? Rainier beer is not gonna be called for.
Now, in the meantime, shut the fuck up and get on Zoom, Wanker. Oh, wait, it's a weekend night, right? Oh yeah, you're busy. Makes sense.
I'll call someone else. Like my neighbor. True story: I sent him 5 SMS at 12:45 one morning, and he's instantly all, "STOP TEXTING OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE" and I was like, "whoa, settle down there Ralph Nader," and I think I gave him a PTSD flashback, and those suck, so I texted him on blast for another 55 minutes while I administered The Cure. He already was the police (duh) and he only called me once--police tend to only ever do, it's a glitch in the reflecting firepool code--and it seemed to go well, but honestly, he never has seemed the same while pretending to not be a snooty douchebag ever since.
Also he's been dead for 4 days. Or 3. Anyway, I asked him for permission to fly my drone over his property, not just to be a smarmy & bitchy little bastard, but... the wires that he is using to steal power form Grapefruit's casino are kinda worry some. Have you ever flown your FPV camera drone past a heavy electrical wire? I barely noticed the fucking thing. It would probably cut Zorro in half. HALF!
Now. Anyone else wanna whine? I think I've made my point clear now. I'm tired of discrimination, censorship, long-form talk therapy without heavy frottage, and people who think that I am subject to the jurisdiction of your Puny Earth law. I already -know- that I am, duh, I consented to that when I chose to incarnate here, yeah? What, did you think I forgot?
In other news, the War in Heaven: Part Deux is about to enter an exciting new phase, where after everyone remembers what knitting needles look like, someone else remembers the last needledick they saw. Now, attend Me, Class: were you not warned of this?
More after the break. And I swear to God if I have to keep doing this, I want a flying Tesla. It can be a frisbee. It can't be a Tse-tse fly, though.
I sent them all to light up the mother. Seriously, what a bitch. Is she gonna get a merit badge if she busts one more homeless teenager with a pot seed in his sock? Yeah, probably. Well, more power to her: and I need more mirror calibrations going on anyway. It's hard to find time for those these days.
Although having to barricade yourself in a motel room bathroom while someone attacks you with a microphone stand, causing genuine life's peril concern, well, that's a good place to take a lesson in focusing, sure.