Reefer. The universal symbol of friendship. Offer someone a joint and you've made yourself a pal. Works every time. Of course if you add a little pcp to the mix, things can get ugly very quickly. I was cruizing for hookers around Blutark 92 when my friend T-plarb, pictured above, lit up a massive doobie. How could I say no? Thing is, T-plarb has quite the tolerance for panther caps and pcp. I don't, and since I was flying I only took a little puff. Fuk-a-cannibal. That was the last time I smoked anything that T-plarb offered. I don't want to go into specifics, but after my brain frying for about four seconds, I hit the eject button and launched out of the ship. While we were still in the docking bay. Its a good thing my ninja skills took over cause when I hit the deck, I rolled into a tiger stance and made it look like I had planned it all along. Something that Mr. T calls recoupin'. Well the night just got ugly from there. We ended up not flying cause i would never let T-parb fly my rig. So we hit the usual spots and then I walked home. Unlucky for me, my ex was waiting in the waterbed. She was partially nude, vacuuming some ice cream. Well I'm a sucker for sweets, so we spent the night watching The Beefcat Gamraffs and plowing.

       Gratz meef,
            Reverend Speefnarkle