Many folks gag on the odor kicked off by dopamine but still splish it on.
They seem to be happy go lucky most of the friggin’ time and for the
life of themselves cannot quite figure out why everyone else
in their tribe is down in the mouth because, jeepers, can’t
we all just get along and is it necessary to drink the
entire bottle. Isn’t that why they make tops? So
people can drink half-bottles? Course, these
stoners have no idea what crappola is
spewing from their oh so pliable
pie holes because they’re
not somber nor sober, they’re normally facking stoned, Stoned, STONED!
Thank you, friend.
Dagnabbit, yer feedin’ yer head!