This drought business sucks. I cant even throw money at the problem, unless I hire a few Indians who know how to rain dance to join the mexicans I have working furtively in the mountains...where the fuck is Superman when you need him to bust off a chunk of Glacier and plop it down in a scorching parched Northern California Valley?

The western United states will be FLOODED with Mexican-grown pot the next year, as the Northern Cali and Pacific Northwest Harvests come up lame and barely meet the demands of San Francisco and University of California - Chico.

I've lost my touch...I am selling EVERYTHING and moving to a log cabin in Vermont and spending what cash I have on three Swedish Bombshells from Goteborg who work as Volvo Spokesmodels to live with me and make my remaining days comfortable. I will name them Holly-1 Holly-2 and Holly-3 for sentimental reasons.

SELL THE HOUSE....SELL THE CAR....SELL THE KIDS...I AM NOT COMING BACK.