May 7, 2012

  • I Love Getting High!

    GET STONED ON LIFE…..or whatever.

     

        

        Sometimes, as I sit out on my veranda watching my sheep graze, I suddenly realize that I’m high! Fact is, I don’t have a veranda or own sheep. Now, before any of you solicit efforts to put me into an ‘old fart’ rehab….hear me out. I’m high on life!! That’s right, high on the joys of family, friends and health. Still….I must really be high, as most of my extended family remind me of a pack of starving baboons foraging for small gazelles and dung beetles. My friends are either wandering lost down some strange street with a loaded pair of ‘Depends’ on or else they just died from the shingles. My health?….I’ve seen Egyptian mummies in better shape!

        So, why am I so contradictory? I’m high, that’s why!! Not from smoking Guatemalan Inca weed or from eating dried Yucatan dream mushrooms, (which Medicare refuses to cover), I’m high on the joy of being alive. Waking in the morning to birds singing outside on that veranda I told you about, and the smell of pistachio pancakes and bacon coming from Wifey’s kitchen. I gaze out from my window at my beautiful green lawn and admire my incredible rose garden with multi fluorescent dragon flies flittering from one blossom to another. My high is even more the mellow from the wondrous sight of my beautiful lawn being mowed by none other, than Justin Bieber so everything will look perfect for when President Ron Paul comes to dinner tonight with his lover Rush Limbaugh. Yes, I’m high on life like a wart hog in fresh elephant shit. Life is too good. My new depression meds are really good too!!

     

     

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