Did I not tell you that I have lost my imagination? Sigh...I guess you
don't take me seriously.
Imagination, you don't need no stinking imagination! Just fire up a bowl.
Sigh...I guess you
> don't take me seriously.
Don't know the meaning of serious.
B
>
> Don't know the meaning of serious.
>
> B
Has to do with satellite radio...or a constellation, I think.
As far as the bowl goes, can't smoke anything any more...just crave.
The college kids are against smoking the shit, so they use a vaporizer
to save their lungs.
What's the difference. That's like Catholics doing anal before they
are married so they can say they did not fornicate.
Pot high is good. Smoke in lungs, bad.
That's like Catholics doing anal before they
> are married so they can say they did not fornicate.
Man, I guess I didn't go out with any Catholics.
B
Back to your original premise: Who needs imagination.Just smoke a
bowl. I tend to think that imagination is required for the pot to
work. The last year I smoked, it did not seem to work as well as it
did when I had imagination.
> That's like Catholics doing anal before they
>
> > are married so they can say they did not fornicate.
>
> Man, I guess I didn't go out with any Catholics.
Nor did I but my sister-in-law reportedly got conned into that when
she married a Catholic and my good buddy, who was Catolic asked my
advice about that very same subject before he got married. I guess
such things were important back then but then they used to have to eat
fish of Friday. (So did we; I don't know why)
>
> B
You stammer a thanks when she hands you your receipt. Home, you put
away the groceries, and at the bottom of the sack is the receipt. When
you turn it over there is a is a hand written phone number bracketed by
two hearts.
There is so much wrong with that I will not comment on all of it
except at the start "The petite young clerk has a ripe body." Such are
not attracted to old guys unless they have money or fame. Having
neither, I do not imagine such a situation as you describe.
Imagine she saw the wad of hundreds you imagine you carry in your right
front pocket, like all the high-rolling gamblers, who(m) you imagine you
are one of tonight.
Get a hold of your (inner) self, Floyd!
B and off to bed
> Get a hold of your (inner) self, Floyd!
>
> B and off to bed
My inner self is as limp as my outer self.
F and think I'll stay up for a while.
Criminal Minds is on with multiple episodes.