There is a group of homeless people near my office everyone is scared of, I have been slowly winning them over.
I go to the camp bearing gifts (Alcohol) and I talk to their leader (Fent addict) and we entreat and talk about the tribes (other hobo camp) in the area.
Then I go across the river to the other homeless camp, and I spread lies, and tell them the other homeless camp is plotting to attack them.
After months of careful diplomacy and subterfuge, I think I am going to start the first Hobo-civil-war, and free the office complex of them all.
Well, a tree fell on my house and ripped off the riser for my electrical service, I still have power but lost all internet. This shit is worse than torture 😂
stoner in 1976: i just smoked 12 joints in a row and now i like bluegrass music 10% more
stoner in 2026: i did a dab and gave myself wernicke’s aphasia