Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Speaking of Christmas, have I ever mentioned how much I love jockstraps? While my all-time favorite is the hard-to-get all-cotton pouches, I've been known to enjoy getting my face in the pouches of furrier materials, as well.

Then there's this other thing that's been on my mind for awhile now. Let's say, hypothetically speaking, of course, that one has for the past few years managed to grow one's own dope in one's kitchen. But because of poor planning and general ineptitude, one forgot to get the seeds necessarily last spring to continue this tradition of self-sufficiency. Would it be unwise, and even dangerous, to try to get complete strangers to donate either the raw material, or finished product of this for-the-past-few-years kitchen endeavor? I mean, who wants to take the risk of smoking something that's laced with angel dust? (do people put angel dust in anything anymore?) Who would risk sending illegal material in the mail to a complete stranger, even if he was eternally grateful, and perhaps even willing to dig out some badly duped porno videocassette that's taking up too much room in this overcrowded tiny lower east side apartment?