Once upon a Time there was a Little Boy named Little Joe who liked to collect stamps. He also liked to play with slot cars and model trains, and had more bottle caps than any other little boy on his block! Little Joe also liked to make meth. It was a great hobby, and he met lots of interesting people!
One day Little Joe was walking down the street when he met Little Katie. “So,” Little Katie said, “I’ve heard you’re mixing meth too.”
“Gee, I sure am,” said Little Joe. “It’s darn fun. Funner than throwing sticks in the river!”
“You just do not take life seriously, Little Joe,” Said Katie, shaking her head. “My Daddy says that you should only be in things to be the best. And I am going to make the best Meth because he bought me extra special cough syrup!”
“Gosh,” said Little Joe,”it doesn’t have to be a competition.”
“Everything’s a competition,” said Little Katie with a smile. “I win at board games, and I win at jacks, and I’ll win at this too. And when I do win, I’ll break your knees.”
“Gee,” said Little Joe. “Gosh.”
Little Joe was a very sad little boy. He went home and lay on the couch and did not want to do anything. After a while, a scary movie came on. It was about a scientist who made a monster using lightning. That’s it, little Joe thought; there was nothing lightning couldn’t fix!
“Daddy,” Little Joe said, running into the kitchen where his father was reading the paper. “Can I have a twenty foot antennae that attaches to the roof of the house? With guy wires? Can I? Can I?”
“Well,” Daddy contemplated, holding his pipe with one hand whilst rubbing his stubbly chin with the other, “I don’t know why you would need that.”
“It’s for science,” Little Joe exclaimed.
“You loveable scamp,” Daddy said, rubbing the top of Little Joe's head in a non-threatening manner. “you probably want it for a ham radio or weather research station or something, don’t you?”
“Or something, yes,” Little Joe said.
“Well, run along and play then,” said Daddy. “You will get your 20’ antennae.”
Little Joe did gt his twenty foot antennae. Once it was attached, he had all the kids in the neighborhood over to watch him make meth. Even Little Katie.
“Look at my twenty foot antennae,” said Little Joe.
“Gee,” said Little Katie.
“Yeah bitch,” said Little Joe. “That’s how I roll.”
Just then a lightning bolt hit the antennae and his lab exploded. Everyone died.
There is a moral to this story.
Don't do drug, kids!
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