Dan
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Once upon a time, a man worked hard and supported a large family. He was a real powerhorse, raking in the $$$! But there was a problem--his extraordinary energy was boosted by meth, bought from dealers who were thugs--some who hated him. So the man decided he had to build his own meth lab, in his own bathtub.
One day the lab blew up, killing some of his children, and fouling up his house with a horrific, unlivable stench. Many tears were shed, and he and his dear ones resolved that they must do something about the problem that had wrecked so many lives. Everyone knew what really had to be done, though it would be hard.
And yet, even then--voices in the man's head once again insisted that, because his dealers were thugs (some of whom hated him), his first priority must be to continue to produce meth in his own bathtub. Otherwise, how else could he continue to be the big breadwinner that he had been?
So the man made up his mind, and posted a sign on his bathroom wall: TWEAK BABY TWEAK.
One day the lab blew up, killing some of his children, and fouling up his house with a horrific, unlivable stench. Many tears were shed, and he and his dear ones resolved that they must do something about the problem that had wrecked so many lives. Everyone knew what really had to be done, though it would be hard.
And yet, even then--voices in the man's head once again insisted that, because his dealers were thugs (some of whom hated him), his first priority must be to continue to produce meth in his own bathtub. Otherwise, how else could he continue to be the big breadwinner that he had been?
So the man made up his mind, and posted a sign on his bathroom wall: TWEAK BABY TWEAK.
