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A couple years back I saw a bear crack a tiger over the head with a Bud Light bottle and then a giraffe jumped in to break it up. It was all a drunk misunderstanding between the two and they all eventually made peace over a couple beers. I didn’t grasp the whole story, but I think it was about territory or something. From that day on, I swore I’ve seen everything….until.

Drug dealers started selling Obama Ecstasy Pills. I’m not going to lay here (because I am laying down right now) and tell you lies, so I’m just going to go ahead and say that I think that this is pretty cool. Not cool as in I condone people overindulging themselves with E pills, drug dealers ruining communities by turning totally perfect people into base-heads, the government secretly smuggling crack into the ghettos in the 1980′s as a way to get rich and get rid of the urban population, , etc. etc. I do not say yay to any of that.

All I’m saying is this: People will always do drugs. I am not very joyous when people abuse drugs and it ruins their lives and the lives of their families. However, I am not opposed to you doing drugs if you have a job and do them on the weekends as recreation after a hard 60 hour week of busting your booty at work. Shiiiiit, dust that crack pipe off and have a jolly good time. You deserved it. BUUUUT, If all you did from Monday thru Friday was eat all the Cheetos in your parents pantry and didn’t even glance at the employment section, you do not deserve it. So, if you’re going to do drugs (or let the drugs do you) you might as well throw a black man in your mouth. Hey, no homo, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m talking about washing the “Obama” ecstasy pill down with a Red Bull, putting on the Mac Dre, and getting thizzed with ya loved ones. Yeee!!!

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