HELLO VETERANS...

Well, as usual, the mail bag is as empty as my tray during a kind bud drought. Unless I want to buy a used rolex or keep my dick hard for hours or give my money to some deposed diplomats son in tanzania or look at some horny housewives it looks like we're fucked...but hold on naysayers! As much as I'd like a watch to tell me when it was time to come after they deposit 15 million imaginary dollars into my bank account from some deposed (yet mysteriously rich) dead guy after I send them my account info...hey! I'm stoned not stupid you nigerian asshats, or lagos, or wherever the fuck your from. I think it's cleveland, cause of the ground water thing. Rob told me about that.
But it's veterans day...He who has no name placed a wreath at the tomb of the unknowns and said some words about how veterans rocked...I was amused by the fact that he who has no name could praise our veterans when he in fact, was a chickenhawk. Bush didn't serve in any meaningful way, in fact he didn't serve at all. But he went on to say that there was no way we could properly thank all the vets that have served our country...and he is right about that, no matter how much of a hypocrite liar he is...I warned you the THC was running a bit low, so you get the undistilled skink mojo tonight...even if the skink is more erect on my head...maybe because of that cialis I bought on line...booo-ya!
But back to veterans day.
I have a friend who was a forward scout in Viet Nam in '70-71...he saw some shit that fucked him up. My dad was a war veteran who saw some shit that fucked him up. My father in law is a war veteran that saw some shit that fucked him up...
Apparently war is some shit , that when you see it, it fucks you up.
For life.
Thank you dad, and father in law, and my dear friend John, and all those guy's that ate BBQ and drank beer in my backyard in the early '70's that had to walk around with the memory of killing another human being for the sake of the free world.
So I say again...hello veterans, thank you...and if you've got a minute, recruit this skink on my head cause he really wants to kill...KILL...KILL...blood-guts-viens in my teeth...wait! that's Arlo on the CD player...