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In honor of the cause of my indolence yesterday, and the coming weekend… my latest achievement in doodling.

Depending on your level of tolerance, which is often directly correlated with experience, blunts and booze can sometimes have ill effects. Ill meaning a variety of things here — “totally awesome”, and “nightmarish carnival ride” included. Unexpecting tokers, more willing to take part in recreational drugs after several inhibition-debilitating cocktails, will often get swept away by the spins. At this point, holding on tight really is the only option, whether it be the cushions of the couch, or the rim of the toilet. And chances are everything in between will be clawed and grabbed upon as well — walls, doorways, inexpensive yet pointless Ikea space-fillers, unlucky house guests, pretty much anything more stable than the wiped-out party goer, which actually happens to be pretty much everything.

Tolerance, and — you got it — experience has told the Dedleg faithful that the only way to beat the spins is by deliberately poisoning yourself with these aforementioned substances, at the same time, as often as possible in order to fully master their precarious combination. Just don’t tell the guys at the ER where you got that advice when you’re giggling uncontrollably after projectile vomiting all over the attending. Life lessons, that’s all I’m trying to give you guys. Now get out there and get stupid.