motherfucker in the picture is powerless to roll joint so I don't doubt it.

@cjd @admin Americans don't understand how to roll joints. Europeans don't understand how to smoke joints.

I haven't smoked weed in over a decade, but there was a time when smoking 2 or 3 joints in a day was a pretty common occurrence, and I assure you this American can roll a hell of a lot better joint than the moron in that picture.

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> I haven't smoked weed in over a decade
well, you don't remember at least

@lain @admin @cjd I remember the very first time I smoked marijuana alone. It was also the very first time I heard this song on the radio. People who can't remember stuff blame weed, but they're mistaking correlation for causation; none of these people remember jack shit. I also remember the very first time I smoked marijuana before school. It was a late arrival day because everyone else in the grade got to go on a field trip to Washington, D.C. except me and my boys who were too bad to go. So we got together at the normal time and had 2 hours to smoke the fattest blunts we had ever constructed, and went in at 10:30 higher than we had ever been. On that day, the teachers had decided to have a gradewide spelling bee. Guess who won? Nigger. I have to smoke weed to dumb myself down enough so you gays can understand me, but unfortunately for you I don't anymore.
System Of A Down - Chop Suey.mp4

@bigmattoidchimpin @admin @cjd Who should I thank? My so-called ``colleagues,'' who laugh at me behind my back, all the while becoming famous on my work? My worthless graduate students, whose computer skills appear to be limited to downloading bitmaps off of netnews? My parents, who are still waiting for me to quit ``fooling around with computers,'' go to med school, and become a radiologist? My department chairman, a manager who gives one new insight into and sympathy for disgruntled postal workers?

My God, no one could blame me -- no one! -- if I went off the edge and just lost it completely one day. I couldn't get through the day as it is without the Prozac and Jack Daniels I keep on the shelf, behind my Tops-20 JSYS manuals. I start getting the shakes real bad around 10am, right before my advisor meetings. A 10 oz. Jack 'n Zac helps me get through the meetings without one of my students winding up with his severed head in a bowling-ball bag. They look at me funny; they think I twitch a lot. I'm not twitching. I'm controlling my impulse to snag my 9mm Sig-Sauer out from my day-pack and make a few strong points about the quality of undergraduate education in Amerika.

If I thought anyone cared, if I thought anyone would even be reading this, I'd probably make an effort to keep up appearances until the last possible moment. But no one does, and no one will. So I can pretty much say exactly what I think.

Oh, yes, the acknowledgements. I think not. I did it. I did it all, by myself.

@lain @admin @cjd You're relying to me with a copy paste job? The gall of you nigger plagiarists.

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