Sorry, but I must confess that I have no stock options in Patchouli Enterprises. I don't think Phish was the second coming of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I wouldn't even feign to spell Bobbaganoosh, let alone introduce its organic evils into my sacrosanct digestive tract.
I also can't believe that Frisbee golf is any more a sport than catching The Clap is. And I don't like hanging around humanoids who smell like the business end of my taint-neighbor after a spirited game of racquetball.
Yes, I understand that popping rainbow dust opens the catacombs of one's mind. But it also is a gateway drug to being less desirable to all of the Ladybox Life Support Units out there.
And Double D don't play that.
Regally,
Denny DelVecchio
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