Now before Öüï gets started let Mí just say that Eye will stick to needles and by gum, never will another bew-pre-nor-feen pilule rest under my sublingual papila… 40-some hours later my digits are looking qwerty but typing in AZERTY ; food’s nearly starting to go down and god-damn it, beer stills drowns my chest and half of them hops are jetted out off my mouth ; i’ve had bad acid trips but this shit takes the cake… I’ll give this “recreational outing” an 8 out of 10 on the pharmaco-dependencia scale on account that the Oxicontin™️ feeling is still lingeringly sticking around and it’s been a really-really long time since i’ve had that amphetamine sleepless stretch. Overall, if you like your Schedule IV drugs with a masochistic whip, Buprenorphine is your Trixx, kids.
🐰…over at the MS en BC, David French just had a realization : corruption is not relevant when things are going well, when things are in disarray, mister French says, it’s Joe Biden’s fall.
Now, we the staff take this opportunity to confirm that not only must Ewe have a Psalm-singin’ first name like ‘David’ and “french” on the calling card to get away with repentance in a MAGA world using an Evangelical front
If, and only if, youse a Mexican ewe closes ranks and sing La Marseillaise and paint your face like an estúpida “calaverita” on a James 🍸 Bond movie set.


























