His ass is not an expert on what grows flowers. And to be honest, I think he sells bunk fentanyl as well!
Teach a man to cook fentanyl, and he'll be high for the rest of his life. Give a man a very small amount of fentanyl and he'll, ummm, still be high for the rest of his life, I guess.
When I met Ralph, he actually gave me enough fentanyl to overdose every day for a century.(I haven't met Ralph [A false precondition says nothing about the truth of the postcondition])
Did you mean Fizzgig?Edit: not sure what to make of the fact that my autocorrect didn't even try to correct me there.
His ass is not an expert on what grows flowers. And to be honest, I think he sells bunk fentanyl as well!