Lads - I wish I could tell you I snucked a few back under the cover of a pocket...but I didn't. I can not lie. I failed.
And trust me when I say...that the past 72+ hours has been spent in bitter remorse. Even my wife who really doesn't like the vile weeds thinks that I pussed out. The only gratifacation is the thought that somewhere in Toronto proper, there is a airport porter who is living large and feeling the gentle buzz of the young thigh labor of over 40 little sticks of delight.
Prehaps he is a better man becaue of me, providing renewed faith that miricles do happen and that sometimes...if a man believes...mana from heaven will...aw who the heck an I kidding, some fool is smoke'n my stoogies and it ain't me!
