Drugs, divorce and a slipping image

My hair was a mess and so was my life. My wife was living me and the drugs didn�t work anymore. I was feeling groovy and it wasn�t even dinner time. Oh, did I mention that my image was slipping as well? Something to do with interstate nudes, don�t ask me what it is I just did it. Anyway, nothing like a fresh lawsuit in the morning to wake you up. Too bad it looked like I was loosing it. My mind or my lawsuit? Beats me (literally, those lawyers can be such bitches (even when they are guys)). But anywho we are not here to discuss my private life. We are here to discuss yours. What have you been up to lately and why is that a banana in your pocket. Smile and the whole world smiles with you, shit and the smell will be terrible. Did I mention the war? I should be so delighted. Fuck the Queen, not that anybody would want it but I think she really needs it. Give a shit, your so full of crap anyway. The power of eating is in the cooking so I will have that fascist-goreng now. Do you pommes? No, I frittes. Pass water and you will feel a great relief, unless you do it in the road in which case your troubles have just started. Happy hunting and don�t forget that the general erection will be up soon (no pun unintended). If you can masturbate a bat, can you baturbate a mast? What am I talking about? I�m full of shit so excuse me while I go to the toilet again. Let�s have lunch. Don�t call me cause I won�t call you. I leave you as I found you, with an orange in your mouth and a whip up your ass.