Thread: I Was Drugged!!

Hi all! A Very Good Buddy of mine sent this to me and I thought that I'd share!

Sanfte Rasur, mein Klingenbruder!

(Smooth Shaving My Brother In Blades)

I WAS DRUGGED!!

"The other day I was talking to someone at a store in our town, who had read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and asked me a rhetorical question, Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?

I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the priest, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds.
I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, this country would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us."