Ahh the Limbo

The space between 18 and 21 is an endless space. Space filled with "not just yet buddy!". "Lemme see that I.D. pal!".. and finally "Please don't put that peanut butter there commander!"... wait.. er.. okay anyway.. I say from now on, to save any frustration from the lack of nightlife amusement in alocholic establishments, we all cryogenically freeze ourselves for the 3 years, comming out with the same physical appearance, but 3 years down the road when we can enjoy our frosty mind-altering creations the way we should be able to right now! But then again, I guess we're saving money in the meantime in this limbo hellhole... and we do still have the "other" green plant... for now.. until we all decide to grow up in a hurry.. But until then blue skies and red eyes i guess. G'night fuckers! By the way I think I'll name the freezing machine the "Freezedeeznutz chamber"..