Jay is in da house! Just saw him in another thread.
Nah, he just wants you to THINK that! Damn clever guy. That is just his doppelganger posting in the other thread to throw us off the diabolical trail again! Errrr. He is avoiding me now because he will soon owe me $20.00 if he ever admits to liking Latakia. Dear, dear Latakia.
Hack! Ptooey! The evil smoky weed tugs again at my tortured mind like worms on a fisherman's hook. Must get Syria out of my thoughts. Quick! Time to put my tinfoil cap back on before he eats my brain completely away with the absorbitron! No! Too late! I discover finally that Latakia
does go well with cold Pastrami as my leathery, quivering hand fumbles in the dark to grasp the last of my medication to be greedily downed with a few lingering sips of a flat ale in the pale blue light of the late-Winter's stormy Lenten Moon . . . .
Now to light my pipe that a few desperate puffs of the blessed weed may soon bring peace again to this wretched body as I wait for the medication to take effect . . . . I'll be sleeping lightly in the pentagram tonight.