I realize that much of the Newgrounds community are pot smokers. They are after all, bunch of starving artists. So, as a result, i present to you this whacky story/poet, whatever suits you.

this morning i awoke to jesus bashing in my skull with, what he called, his "beatin' crucifix"
i managed to make it to my feet in between swings
then punched him in the balls
true story.
<_<
we had a bit of rum by 11am
hes still passed out on muh couch
:/