Trippin.

Dr Mefisther's sitting at his computer, cackling madly. He was about to become the most accredited doctor in the world, and accreptations get you more money, and that was the cause of his laughter. He Had Hit It. the Big One. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he had found a whole new audience. the Stoners. He knew that there was a new culture rising up into the ranks of society. They were high-brow journalists and professors of directial member ship (or something). There was the dwindling side, the fumoos (fucked up members of our society ...or foomoos, for us stoners.) who wanted to know the carbofuckinghydrate intake of a fucking apple! yes they want to know if the famous 'forbbiden fruit' would give them a 2% up on calories for the day and... blebhoebleh, etc. they watched those comercials about getting your eyebrows waxed and the benefits of vaumn-ultrafatsuckup-cooker-detasterthingy cooking. well fuck them, thought Dr Mefisther. there are Stoners. believe in them. they now control every part of your life. So he appealed to a new audience. which meant, money. which was good (cackle cackle, etc). we smoke. we eat what we find. we forage, we dont select. Food is Good. Yum. so we find chips, choclate cookies, micrpowave lasange, keel over laughing, because were gunna have a feast. Shit, I was so fucking excited the other night when i found a hunk of pizza with fat drippings for flavor, that i was seriusly jumping around with this pizza in my hand... point is, it was good. i didnt weigh it, or check it on the 'pizza chart' under the 'added fat' column. i ate it, because it was Yum. yes i say Yum because it was good. Food is Good. Eat. Dont think. it fucks up your high. Yes, Dr. Mefisther was happy when he had to piss on the envelope to seal it. he couldnt lick it cause he had hell bad pasties ther dickhead hehe Weed is Good. Mmm. Weed. inside the envelope, (lets not bring up 'sealing technique again') was his new ad campaign, for his down-on-the-out general practioner surgery. He wasnt appealing to the foomoos. They didnt read 'lose weight in 28 days' or 'dieting advice catalouges'. no, his Idea went like this. 'ultimate munchie fixers' 'personal bongwater additive advice. treat your cold with a bong sesh' 'i got seediness cure pills man, check it out in my surgery and get some good laughing gas while your at it, only 2 bucks for a minute under, man, lasts the whole day.' he appealed to the Stoners. oh, it would work. he had seen it. felt it, he had smelt it in the air. Stench. Weed is Good. Mmm. people smoked, and people got high, and people didnt give a fuck about health anymore. they sat up the couch and addedd more salt to their peanuts to get that cool really-thirsty high. we Ate, because it was Yum. we are Stoners. dont worry about food, it fucks up your high. he of course, published this. he wasnt looking for a dickhead to think 'oh wow i've heard this is quite good from a few friends of mine at the courthouse' and order it from a glossy catalouge. reak Stoners are Among Us. he published it in magazines, his ads ran in everything from AstroGazer to RFLweekly to Penthouse to 'Symbiosus Forum' (the president of the U.S actually just put a lot of money into his own magazine 'tripping for trained Stoners') everyone now was becoming a Stoner. Weed is Good. Fuck thinking. Do what is Good. Dont worry about standing on a chair might chip the varnish, but stand on it. cause you really can fly, its true, if your up with us clouds look i'm a cloud hehehe. we are Stoners. we are Stoned. Weed is Good. Mmm. ¬√ | | | | / bongon productions (___)