I really wish that your response made sense grammatically. If I had a genie right now, that's what one of my wishes would be. Regards, Daniel   See 22 other replies

Have fun worshiping someone solely because the look funny and smoke pot. Finding people who just get laughs looking at the screen and taking cheap shots show your character. Who wouldn't want to emulate you?   See 22 other replies

Don't worry, little monkey. One day they'll let you out of the zoo, and on that day, you'll realize that Zach Galifianakis truly is hilarious, for many wonderful reasons.Have fun throwing poo at the guards, you silly little primate.Regards, Danny   See 22 other replies

Sit down and drink your tea. Everything will be okay.   See 22 other replies

You got me. You are correct. I drop acid like a cloud drops rain. Last night, I had the most eye-opening trip.I was in a cave, trying to find bat droppings to fuel my motorboat. All of a sudden, a large moose entered the cave and told me that he had something for me to do (I believe the moose represented Teddy Roosevelt, but that's simply a hypothesis). He claimed that the cheese in France was making French people turn into rats (more than they already were). I agreed to fulfill this quest, and seconds later, I found myself on a flying wedding cake propelling me into outer space.As I broke Earth's atmosphere, I began to fear for the lack of oxygen that I would encounter. How was I to breathe? I began to panic. Suddenly, I realized that my thumb was releasing oxygen, so I put it in my mouth and inhaled. My troubles were dissolved, for I could breathe again. The moose had told me of a satellite. I located it and moved in its direction, using the controls that were on the giant wedding cake. When I got near enough, I propelled myself from the cake to the satellite. I situated myself atop it and pressed a big, blue button, which transformed the satellite into a giant cannon. I aimed at France and opened fire. The cannon shot gigantic glass spheres which contained rat poison, thus destroying the target's inhabitants. I had fulfilled my mission. With nothing left on my to do list, I started to eat the wedding cake.Hours later, I woke from my trip in a thrift store, chewing away at a second-hand sofa. I was home, and I had viewed a vision of the future. So, no need to apologize, Señor Monkey. The drugs help me see straighter than ever.Regards, Daniel   See 22 other replies