I have perhaps been drinking and there's even a possibility I've partaken of the noble hookah, with its load of leaf mulch so ripe and sappy. However that's beside the point and the point is peace and love for all mankind. Let me tell you a story.
When I was a boy, I was apprenticed briefly to a silversmith. He died while showing me the absolute basics of soldering so I'm unable to make silver jewellery to this very day, in fact I'd go so far as to say that I'm devoid of skills, completely devoid, I am rubbish! I can't do anything! I can't even cook without assistance, today I tried to fry an egg and I ended up with the visage of Jesus Christ burnt into a petrified yolk. I don't remember where this story was going but let it be known that for a few glorious days I honestly thought that I would be a silversmith and that my life trajectory was already planned out, a year before I even had my bar mitzvah. However the man died. I'm not sure why. He diverged suddenly into talking about a strange wound that had opened near his genitalia, it made me extremely uncomfortable as I was a freshly blossomed beautiful young sodomite, and then he perished abruptly. I do remember my mother telling me that it was all my fault. My mother was mentally ill. My entire family is mentally ill. All my children and grandchildren are mentally ill. We are an evolutionary turd.
What I'm saying here is that one should always be extremely improperly affectionate with those they love because sometimes lightning can strike through windows. I've seen it happen.
i will take him away now, please be happy. here at this pictur of my sheeps