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Saturday 11:11 p.m.
The first thing you learn is you always gotta wait
Between appointments, I managed up to the allotment to get some food.
Oh, there's nothing so lonesome, lonely and queer, what a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
Most happy to be sober.
Can you start a facebook page called Tax The Dope, Jack? I'll get right onto it, Hotboy. It would help with the cuts we getting imposed because of the merchant bankers. A new tax source, just what we need. While we're about it, we could buy hash off the Afghanis to stop them growing smack. Free the weed so we don't have to smoke soapbar. Once you sober up, it all becomes perfectly clear. Vote for moi!
6 comments:
If the bob was legal and taxed, it might still be cheaper once you cut out professional criminals. But then how would they make a living?
I say!
Sprouts and peanuts in the last snap. How nice.
MM III
Mingin'! What a dinner I had this afternoon!! All home grown apart from the eggs. Not surprised you didn't recognise this wonderful food since all you get to eat is insects and mow mows, and pow pows, and yam yams and suchlike in the the Bongo Bongo. Hotboy
Hotters. But with your family connections in the penal trade, you'd be better at finding something for the criminals to do.
Albert? They could try a few thousand prostrations and see how they like that! Hotboy
Too good for them! They'd end up blissed off their heads. No punishment at all.
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