Thanks to the strangely acquired prize money I came into possession of last night at the Faux Funeral, I was able to make some much needed purchases. Including some quality weed. Gracious I sound like such a putz saying “weed” online. Anyway, as they say: Blaze it. #substance
Just open a window. If you hotbox yourself to near death and I have to pull you outta there I'll charge you for the candy corn I eat after I get that contact high. #substance
I think we may be in separate universes, my friend, so it would be very impressive if you found your way to my version of this office. But I’ll have the window plugged in and cracked open. I’d hate to worry any Sleuth.
Oh right I keep forgetting. This 'multiple universes' malarky is a real pain sometimes. Still don't overdo it. My specific PI or no, you're still part-a the team.
Thank you, Sleuth. It is quite the headache. More than half the reason as to why I’m indulging.