God Damn the Pusher Man!

In the silly realm of the too dramatic, many call upon supernatural entities to damn the Pusher Man. That’s because everyone recognizes that the Pusher Man is part and parcel of me, myself and I. Yes. Everyone comes equipped with his, her or its own, Pusher Man. And since everyone pretty much deserves and needs to go to Hell, everyone damns the Pusher Man.

As a matter of fact, I, Crumby, have been clean of tobacco products fer a Moon and part of another Moon. So, god damn the Pusher Man! I have the tobacco Pusher Man under control at last, maybe. Though, the god damn Pusher Man tempts me many times, daily.

Here is some of the tobacco Pusher Man’s daily bullshit. He whispers to me, Crumby, you know you are getting fat as a pig. You can barely waddle along. No wonder your knee still hurts. It’s that extra weight constantly impinging on your sore knee. Yet all you need to do Crumby, is journey along to any convenience store. All you have to do Crumby, is order up a can of Grizzly, red and black, regular, fine cut, and your worries shall be over. That’s all you have to do, Crumby. Come on Crumby. Let’s go get in your pickup. We can go to the convenience store, together.

Or, Crumby, you sure seem stupid lately. Are you still smart enough to recall how smart you were when you had plenty of snuff? Remember those happy days, Crumby? When all you needed to feel smart was a nice big dip.

Or, No wonder you are depressed Crumby. How long has it been since you enjoyed a nice tobacco product. How long Crumby? How long?

God damn the Pusher Man! Boy howdy. I am sure glad I decided to voluntarily x-rate this venue. God damn the Pusher Man! Now, I no longer need to worry about little children innocently coming across this venue. Praise the Goddess, the little children are spared. The little children shall never learn about the god damn Pusher Man from this venue.

Ahem.

Comet Lulin, despite predictions, is not fixing to brighten up to naked eye visibility. Last night, noted at its rendezvous with Regulus, Comet Lulin was dulling off. The fact is, Comet Lulin is fading out, going the weak sister route. Oh well. Comet Lulin changed my life. Comet Lulin helped me cast off the Demon Nicotine, possibly temporarily. Harrroooo then for Comet Lulin.

So now the god damn Pusher Man wants me to come up with a light weight, easily portable average amateur astronomer optical solution. God damn the Pusher Man! God damn the Pusher Man! Yes. The god damn Pusher Man has been bugging me about a Grab and Go optical solution for months now. God damn the Pusher Man! God damn the Pusher Man!