But it's not my fault.
You see, there's a epidemic in smallish Southern towns whose names begin with a "Ch", and it's called "Ingestion of a Substance Owing to a Kantankerous, Elderly Rapscallion Owner of Crack Cocaine".
Mother, ISMOKEROCC is hitting our streets like a like our streets were a prizefighter named Sally. While different than that one time that 'Sis tried pole dancing (Hey! In a club, with lots of other men watching...Don't be gross) to pay for "college", ISMOKEROCC is more soul-corroding because it bypasses free will entirely and involves putting a delicious crack pipe in your mouth.
Don't believe me? Think that I'm making this sh*t up? I'm not.
And I need, like, $4,962.62
Tomorrow.
For books.
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