I don’t know if this is much of a ‘thought for the day’, or whether it’ll even make you think about it for more than thirty seconds. It may even drive you to drink…which in that case…come and join me for a swig or two.
Here we go…
The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.
But it’s an interesting fact, and if you haven’t tried it then may I suggest that you do. I don’t mean get yourself arrested and go to prison, but if you’re without rizzla papers and you needa smoke…the pages in the Bible are excellent. They sort of stick together and it makes you feel like you’re inhaling bullshit every time you take a drag on your smoke.
Well…there’s no other use for a fucking Bible now…is there?