I do that all the time but I always thought is was called Budification. Urp.

BTW, A, your empty pack of Camels adorns my mantle next to mementos of past gracers of my humble abode. I even stuffed one of those four drag stubs in the lip of it to attest to my skills as a host. One may search one's mind all eve for the meaning of that but never find a suitable answer unless they spend an eve in the presence of such momentos.

Odd that I cling to the memories of that eve so. Or, perhaps, not so odd. I guess ya had ta be there to unnerstand why it was "special" for me. I hope for another next weelend. A Canuck of HIGH note, known and acclaimed far and wide, surely heard by youse on popular media, will be in da house barring unforeseen circumsandwiches like what happened last time he was supposed ta show up. Twas not his fault but that of the dreaded Air Canada. "Excuse me, sir. How may I help you enjoy your Air Canada flight today?" "I am on Air Canada? Ohhhhh fuuuuuck. Wait, did you ask me how you could HELP?" "Just shittin! HAHAHAHAA! Sit down, put yer fuckin tray up yer ass and shut the fuck up. Yer lucky we let you on the plane."