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Gin & Juice
Due to the ever-increasing difficulties oft times associated with living in the city of Compton, California and the surrounding suburbs, such as Long Beach, California, there is a certain amount of personal stress caused to my peers and me. Please feel free to refer to me by my nick name, 'Snoop'. I spell my nick-surname in quite an unusual fashion, D; O followed by the letter G not once, but twice (DOGG). Despite the difficulties of my environs and the personal stresses caused by these difficulties, I strive to rise above the problems. To this end, I continually develop new and interesting artistic projects. In the development of these projects, I have either met or exceeded my personal goals by completing a single artistic project each day. I would greatly appreciate it if you would allow me the honor of dedicating my current endeavor, the one that you are presently viewing, to my closest friends. Perhaps by doing so, I can develop long lasting bonds with others!
As I write, the clock reads 2 in the AM, and perhaps you will find this surprising, but even at this early hour my cohorts continue to celebrate. (This continued celebration is undoubtedly due to the fact that my mother -- who owns the building at which we are celebrating -- is not present. If she were present, she would surely grow disconcerted with our manner of celebration). As I write, there are some women of questionable morals having homosexual relations in the den of my abode. These women have indicated that they will remain at the gathering for roughly four more hours, until 6 in the AM, at which time they will depart. Please take a moment to reflect on what you would do if you were in my situation.
It is quite incredible! I have several prophylactics on my person, and I am aware that many of my friends also carry prophylactics. I have indicated that I would like one of my companions to negate any artificial lighting presently enabled and to ensure the status of the barriers between the rooms of the house and the outdoors. I think it is important to note here that neither my friends nor I possess any amorous feelings toward the women of questionable morals conducting the homosexual activity. (In fact, it is my belief that they may be prostitutes.) Since I began writing this work, my friends and I hurriedly and with great enthusiasm consumed nearly an ounce of marijuana. Due to the mental effects of the marijuana, my friends are feeling very good and the women of questionable morals have positioned themselves on the floor. I am hoping that my audience is finding this narrative not only interesting but also quite flowing.
As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought
Because I have recently received a bottle of Gin produced by the well-known Beverage Company Seagrams, all the individuals at the gathering indicate that they would like to share in my beverage. They hold their receptacles out longingly, but I withhold the beverage from them when I realize that I have paid for the entire celebration. To date, none of my friends has offered to donate any money towards the celebration's expenses! This rude behavior and lack of thoughtfulness is typical for this group of people. These 'friends' continually take from me to meet their needs without a thought about what my needs are. This is why I suffer. Perhaps my art can remedy the situation. A single artistic narrative that I have composed should help my friends through this difficult time. Why? My artistic endeavors are suited for such things. My art commands the attention of all those who make the effort to listen.
Forgive me a moment of pause as I imbibe while standing in the center of the road. I am attempting to hold a pleasant conversation with the current object of my affection, a woman of questionable morals that answers to the name of Sadie. In truth, Sadie and I are not only talking. I am actually initiating a courting ritual, despite Sadie's past. Sadie was once romantically linked to one of my very close friends. She is of questionable morals. The temperature is precisely 80 degrees Fahrenheit, and I have the urge to indicate to Sadie that I would prefer her not to fondle my scrotum. My mind changes. I have decided that, despite my actions to the contrary, I will not pursue any type of relationship with Sadie. Instead, I will gather with my group of friends, known collectively as the 'Dogg Pound'. Together, we will attempt to become more aware of the winds. I will tell Sadie that I am;
As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed, thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed, thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought
In that same 24 hour period, my friend who holds a doctorate and answers to the name 'Dre', arrives. Dre has in his possession a large quantity of Tanqueray (a type of Gin) and a very large marijuana cigarette containing another very potent strain of the plant referred to as the 'bubonic chronic'. Smoking this cigarette makes me cough.
It is quite incredible, and I do not mean this statement to be humorous in any way. The cigarette makes me feel so lightheaded that I am forced to sit down and put my container of gin on a nearby table. The combination of the Tanqueray and the marijuana severely alters my senses, however this impairment does not predicate an end to my consumption. I am prepared to ingest more.
Dre purchased some marijuana in Compton, California and he has prepared for me a delightful concoction that unfortunately does not have a cherry at the precipice. When I orgasm, I bring a marijuana smoking pipe towards my penis and indicate to any female companions that this should not be upsetting, but rather is the way of nature. Again, I have no amorous feelings toward these women of questionable morals, so I leave the building.
If you are looking for me, you will find me;
As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought. As if in a moving automobile, ingesting a particularly potent strain of the marijuana plant commonly called Indo, drinking Gin mixed with Juice in small portions, completely relaxed thinking about my finances and paying for the expansion of thought.
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