THE FOGHORN OF THE DAMNED BLOWS YOUR MOM

     You know what commercials never say about drugs. 
     Drugs are awesome. 
     Some drugs make you feel completely fucking awesome and different and silly and great, that's why some people fucking do them, because some drugs are really great.  Feeling normal, well most of the time going around and normal braining it through your life is a boring pile of dingy gray decade old cat crap.  I am dingy grey cat crappin' normal most of the time.  I am also dingy grey cat crappin' sober most of the time.  Almost all of the time in fact.
     I can see how I wouldn't be categorized as normal by most people, mainly because most people are stupid unimaginative dickholes that are completely dead inside and these boring pissants spend their every waking moment tickling their aunties bedazzled ballbag.  I can guarantee you that your aunt bedazzles her floppy old fuzz covered titties.  Take a look.  Her chest is a goddamn 1980's jean jacket with dirty nipples.  Not to mention the fact that her muff hair hangs down like fringe.  It's a whole ensemble. 
     This is just me being nostagic about drugs, simply because people who have never done drugs talk about the goddamn weather and think all drugs are all bad.  They talk about gas prices, home prices, the prices of anything except drugs really. 
     Holy fuck, let's talk about how everything is getting more expensive and depress the living hell out of each other.  I don't have money for anything.  Well neither do I.  I know, let's complain like miserable twats for eternity.  You know who doesn't complain or even care about that silly shit, someone on awesome drugs, or someone who has awesome drugs they are totally going to do as soon as they get home.  I totally love people on awesome drugs.  At least they are mildly amusing.
     Once, when I was on drugs, I had a lengthy conversation with a friend about the possibility of constructing a giant wrecking ball out of angel food cake and then holding onto said wrecking ball as it careened into a giant rickety building mounted atop thousands of spinning shopping cart wheels. 
     Would the impact drive your body inside the cake?  Only science could answer that, or a lot of fucking cake.  We then walked for two miles stirring a bowl of pancake batter, so when we got to a friends house we could make pancakes right fucking now.  On the way back home, we found a loveseat on the street.  We sat there for hours, then we carried it home.  It stayed in my living room for two years and I did a lot of drugs sitting on it.
     You know what we didn't talk about.  Bills.  Money.  Responsibility.  Pain.  Misery.  How dirty that loveseat was, how someone probably jizzed on it, five times, yesterday.
     I hardly ever do drugs anymore.  Lame.  I have real life lame responsibilities, a steady monotonous boring job, stupid fucking mortgage, among other soul killing bullshit that everyone has to deal with.  Bills, utilities, home maintenance, blah blah blah, reading that should make you want drugs.  Writing that made me fall in love with drugs all over again.
     But for me, having to contend with being an upstanding adult all the time pretty much kills any good opportunities to do drugs.  It doesn't kill the desire to do them.  Just the ability.  I cannot feed my kids from jail.  I am not averse to an occassional painkiller washed down with some Jack Daniels.  I just can't be occassional every day.  Once a month though, it should be an occassion.
     However, for drugs to be really be truly stupidly awesome there have to be rules.  I am not saying they don't ruin lives.  Drugs ruin shitloads of peoples stupid pathetic lives for several reasons, among them are the amount or kind of drugs you take or the person taking the drugs.  You just might be doing the wrong drugs kemosabe, try other drugs.  You have fucking options. 
     And if you are a complete fuck up without drugs, don't add drugs to how fucking dumb you already are.  Doing drugs will not even your stupid ass out, it will just make you exponentially more fucking dumb.  Here are some of my other made up rules for drugs.
     If you need a needle, you are doing the wrong drugs.  I don't mean insulin you stupid fuck.  I mean real drugs, not save your life drugs, ruin your life drugs holmes.  You shouldn't have to stab your body to do your drugs.  You shouldn't have to worry about getting a disease from the apparatus you use to dispense your drug of choice. 
     If you get HIV from drug use and not dick use, you are totally using the wrong drugs and frankly the wrong dick.  Move the fuck on, you wrong dick.  I don't want to hear any whining about how hard it is to quit, just find a different drug and a different dick and shut up.  Lots of drugs and dicks out there, don't be so stubborn and narrow minded. 
     And let me be clear.  Dick is a drug.  Pussy is a drug.  If you don't think so, just you try to quit them, you fucking dick quittin' bitch.  Here's some science for you, you fucking nerds, guys can't even quit their own dick, so they ain't even thinking of quitting snatch.  Unless they quit pussy for dick. 
     And ladies, I think it is perfectly acceptable to break up with a guy by simply telling him, "I'm sorry, but you just have the wrong dick for me."  I mean, you are so fucking picky about everything else, your shoes, clothes, makeup, hairstyle, fingernails, toenails, everything, so you should be extra picky about some dicky.
     So.  So fucking what guy, don't get all mad at me because she said your dick is wrong.  Your Mom doesn't sit around all day getting super mad about her tiny ass dick.  You just have to believe your dick is the right dick for somebody.  It's just small.  Nah-nah-nah-ne-nah-nah, you and your Mom have little ass dicks.  Her balls are huge though.  Massive.  She asked me the other day if her big balls made her tits look small.  Does her pussy smell like her dick or is it the other way around?  Your Mom's dick is the other way around.
     Yeah, this is getting us nowhere and stopped making sense years ago. 
     If you have to steal to pay for your drug, you are doing the wrong drugs.  Don't bother the rest of us because you can't afford your drugs, find something in your price range.  Living beyond your means and being lifestyle greedy is killing this country, so start huffing gas or rubber cement in a brown paper bag or some shit, you dirtball.  I love that word.  Dirtball.  Anyway, being an asshole about your addiction is selfish and makes you the goddamn worst, you fucking baby.  Your drug use is about you, don't make it about me and steal from me. 
     You can pay for your drugs with money from any job.  Why are you such a stupid asshole?  Hell, some people do drugs to put up with work, so you can damn well work to buy drugs.  Do not be a burden on society for the sake of your drugs, take your drugs and contribute to society.  You can even find a job that works with your drug of choice.  Plenty of jobs out there for potheads and pill poppers and coke fiends.
     Meth, heroin and crack users, sorry to say, not many jobs for you, which brings me to another point...
     Your drug use cannot be your whole life.  That only works with weed.  Weed is not hurting anyone and it's totally acceptable to revolve your life around it.  It makes almost everything awesome and anyone who tells you otherwise is the wrong dick. 
     Man, I miss me some weed.  Sticky motherfucking dank ass weed.  The kind you can smell without opening the bag, but you do it anyway, stick your face in there and inhale and smile. You always smile.  You cannot smell a bag a weed and be mad about it.  Fucking weed dude.
    Anyway, any drug other than weed constantly used will fuck up your entire life and everyones lives around you.  There are very few recreational meth addicts.  Meth is a life choice, not a 'I'm just blowing off steam for the weekend' kinda thing.  Same goes for Heroin and Crack. 
     I don't think we should take these drugs away from people.  I don't want to be that guy, we all have things in our heads we are trying to get away from, some of us just need something with more oomph to knock that brain right out of there.  However, I think we should sterilize these particular addicts and ship them off to their own country.  I, for one, cannot wait to vacation in Methlehem, or what we formerly called Nebraska.
     Late at night you can hear the wind whistling through the gaps in their teeth.  When the breeze gently blows over their collective passed out mouth and snatch and ass holes it sounds like one million people blowing over the tops of one million empty beer bottles.  It is the sound of the foghorn of the damned.  Lord, please bless the hardy gap toothed folk of Methlehem,
     I could come up with a bunch of other rules about drugs.  I know I could.  I could tell the story of the denizens of Methlehem, but I don't give a shit anymore.  Yeah, I could write the "O Little Town of Methlehem' song.  The title is good enough.  That is another benefit of drugs, you stop giving a shit about things, stupid things, important things, fucking everything.  Life shouldn't take all of this fucking thought and effort man.  Do this, do that, pay this, fix that, finger this, finger that, it's fucking enough already.
     I thought this life shit was supposed to be fun and amazing most of the time.  Working is for squares and most people are dicks, I know that much. 
     But drugs are not the answer I guess, because that leads to jail, which leads to ass rape.  Not enough drugs in the world to make that acceptable. 

Hellwagon.