I used to be an aryan poster-child for rosy, pink health and efficacy, but now I am one of those rather frightening pasty sick people you encounter in dark alleys that have those annoying hacking coughs and sniffles. No longer am I able to give birth to virile males and cook enormous meals and pick potatoes or whatever; now I cloak myself in darkness and answer every question with the somewhat cryptic phrase 'my name is quasimodo, dumbass.' to be thoroughly honest with you, I don't know what I'm talking about, but I CAN tell you that the greatest medicine on the planet is marijuana, because not only do you end up feeling great, but others feel great, too. Just be prepared for others to ask you politely to stop touching them.

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