This is the story of when I got so goddamn high, I called the police on myself.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Peter... ahem, I mean Jeter and I had smoked pot together a few times before that infamous day in June. We'd even bought a nice bag of Oregano and smoked that together as well. We were amateurs all the way.
So my good friend Nathan... ahem I mean, fuck it... his name was Nathan, told Jeter and I that he had two joints available for purchase, so we sprung into action and bought both of them.
It's that time again folks!
What time is that you ask?
Umm it's EMP (English muffin pizza) time!
Let me show you!
Pizza sauce or something
Every now and then I'll get emails for other Shawn McGovern's. They range from homeowners association violation reports to people thanking me for touring their home.
About a a month ago I came across this email
This was too good to NOT respond!
Shawn McGovern grew up on a farm 15 miles from Toledo OH. His life long dream is to one day visit that magical city and tell all of his friends about it.