I was greeted by Mel recently.
We ingested doinks crafted of the best value flower at my dispos, as I am in-between harvests. We agreed that the bubble hash is a wonderful add-on to the flower. terpy and potent.
He spoke to me frankly.
"Heathens and Unbelievers are those who, when not inebriated, still refuse to sing songs about their pets, to their pets. This is official doctrine of the church, so sayeth I, The Sacred Capybara. And as my envoy to the mortal world, as my Earthly Potentate, and my Herald, it is your mortal duty to spread word of this decree."
And so be it known. Blessed are those, fueled by pasta leftovers, carbs slathered with fat, the promise of a bowl of minty choco chip, and 100 mg of a grape gummy with a horrid texture, sing a song about how pretty Roz is, how pretty behaved she has become, and that she is probably getting steps in the morning.
Enjoy yourselves, as a strong request by myself.