It sure sucks when someone you've admired for a long time turns out to be a fake.
Here at PTB we've got no problems with drugs.
You wanna sniff paint? That's O.K. by us.
You smoke hairs from a ho's ass crack? Go ahead.
But when you're doing drugs to get an edge on the competition...that's just wrong. A haiku to ease our pain:
Say it ain't so Joe!
Are you a juiced-up cheater?
The 775 mourns.
