Once upon a time I was at a friends house, it was late morning and he had to go to his ultra-high paying job at Walmart. He had a line of coke laid out, a doobie in his hand and had just cracked a beer. His Mom walked in on us and looked at him in wonder. "Ken, what are you doing?" she said in consternation. "Getting ready for work Ma, what's it look like I'm doing!!" he said as if disgusted she would ask him such a question... Oh, man
