Way back in 2005 when it seemed like a good idea to get the Dope City Free Press going I thought it possible I may one day write about my experience and observations of a big as fuck natural disaster. Like a 9.0 earthquake.
Instead I get an incurable fucking virus. An incurable fucking virus that half the fucking population does not give a fuck about.
Dope City indeed.
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I can only send wishes for recovery. I have no dope.
Are you OK Beer?
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As long as the liquor store stays open I’ll make it somehow. Going to work ain’t been the same since Ma locked up her cafe.
On second thought I may be done for! Somebody start a Go Fund Thingy for old Beer. An hundred large should see me through this liquor store threatening nightmare.
Maybe you need to go get yourself a few cases of that artisanal distillery manufactured hand sanitizer to tide you over...
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