I once knew a man who had a red nose.  He was quite poor and needed to water his garden, so he traded it in for a hose.  I once new a man with a hose who liked flowers a lot.  He had gotten a hose but now he needed a pot.  He went to the store but before he got there, what did he see?  A dealer beside the store selling the good stuff for half the usual fee.  The man went to the store for a pot for his flower, yet he came back with the stuff, which you consume, and then take a cold shower.  A cold shower the man did take, for he soon learned he would need a lot more, for he later found out, that under the influence, he begot a son with a whore.  Now, to some this is a familiar story, yet tis foreign to others,  I just thought I would share it with you as a warning, what with you being my brother.  Have fun.

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