"Weedies"

Hey, y'all!!

This is coming to you from the me in the past, only now. I mean, I shoveled snow, went to Orlando (which has acquired an odd smell as of recent...the scent of old people running out the clock in the high humidity and unruly children demanding more, more, more...of whatever.), battled my Nyquil addiction, and been studying for another certification.

Never too late for a Schoolhouse Rock level comment....Michael Phelps, who apparently swims really well, was photographed sucking fumes out of a bong AKA getting high AKA weed AKA dating Mary Jane AKA career ruined AKA losing millions in endorsement deals AKA curing mom's glaucoma. In other words, Potsy got caught possibly inhaling a bit of THC and not TBC. In the photo below from Fox News, he was apparently pondering how much weed he could buy if he sold his medal on ebay...
If they re-name Wheaties to Weedies, he can whole-heartedly endorse it. Perhaps a box containing large brownies to combat the munchies?

I am not going to judge him...I too have battled my own demons. Specifically, that damned nutlog addiction and now...Nyquil. Recently, I was "ill" with a "sore throat" and "walking pneumonia". If you know me longer than 15 minutes, you know how I won't shut up about my "poor white trash" healing factor...kind of like Wolverine of the X-Men.

See, when you grow up poor, you can't afford a doctor for your basic childhood ailments like gunshot wounds, severed veins, or measles. You either get better or die and feed your semi-cannibalistic siblings. Totally win-win, gang!!

For a week, I hit the Nyquil...hard. It made me belligerent and paranoid, yelling at SpinePuncher and Barkles if I thought they were going to snatch my 'Quil!! Hands off the ' quil, man!!

Prior to this "bust", Potsy was a "good" role model for children and denizens of skid row. If you need a hero or role model, look in the mirror. It takes courage, great courage, to be you, to be yourself.

...and don't get me started on A-Rod...more like A-hole. I better watch what I say else it may trigger a major case of 'roid rage.

Keep the herbs in the kitchen, and if you need "supplements" to "boost" your prowess athletically, ya are just winging your way to that asterisk in your record, kiddo.

Keep it clean out there.