<Reaches for the pan of Special Fudge>
All my axes live in axis.
Are we in splitting finitives yet?
I cannot tell a lie. I split and infinitive last week, and ended two sentences with prepositions. Will yous guys ever forgive us?
Actually, it’s perfectly correct to end sentences with a preposition {Cite} … it’s something of a profession joke among teachers to say otherwise … cute eh?
The resulting explosion killed dozens.
Really? I didn’t know that. Next you’re going to tell us that it’s OK to split infinitives… precious. We wants to, we needs to, we loves to split nasty infinitiveses, we do… precious!
Your substance to potshot ratio is very low. Not 0, but low.
Cite?
Regard’s,
Shodan
It’s probably less than 1 for very large values of 0.
Oh, and if anyone is taking requests: I’d like someone to make beer, but substitute weed for the hops. If you could make it an IPA, that’d be super.
Thanks,
-scabpicker
Feh. You’ll just blow it out your nose. 
We are still feeling the effects of a bunch of pedantic idiots who thought you control language by copying other languages that have more cultural cachet.
I’ve had it and was not tremendously impressed.
I do love me some green dragon, though. (a thc tincture, although I use grain alcohol instead of vodka)
It looks like it should be called purple dragon.
Cannabis is traditionally called “green” although some strains do have other colors present (Panama Red, Purple Urkel, etc).
Red Dragon, Green Dragon, Blue Dragon were popular forms of blotter acid available when I was a lad. Never had any Purple Dragon, though.
Slacker.
Ehh, the tinctures I’ve had haven’t been my idea of a refreshing beverage. It seems to always taste like I’m drinking lawn clippings (yes, probably an inexpert extraction). I’ve had what I ask for before and loved it mightily. But yeah, I might just blow it out my nose…I’ve been referred to as a comedian’s wet dream by people I consider dear friends.
I need to make Jalapeño Redneck Fudge* again.
*the basic Velveeta recipe using their Mexican variety with a bit of shredded pepper jack thrown in.
Trailer trash fondew! Dr. Pepper and some divinity candy and you got it going on!
I would remind that most Texans are peckerwoods, who are related to rednecks, but far more culturally and intellectually advanced.