I have a younger brother. He has repeatedly told me how mentally ill I am. He is not sober. He thinks he's sober. He's California sober. Retard.
California sober is when you don't drink alcohol, yet you still smoke pot. A lot. All the time. Every day.
Imagine if you were addicted to cocaine. You decided you were going to change your life and said to yourself, Gee whiz Gomer, I'm gonna get me some sober.
I race with Randi. Every uber nano second, every day. If Randi and I decide that the cursor on my computer screen needs to go to a certain location, we race. If my sphincter tickles and I need to drip out some...you get the idea, we race. If the hottie on the left looks better than the hunk on the right. We race.
So you quit snorting Caucasians. Oops. Long before you had been shoving snot up your snot, you were shooting アヘン。Fortunately, quitting cocaine has given you more time to shoot Heroin. Now you are sober? Assholes.
Randi loves Allen. Retards.
Don't worry. It ends well.
