A wise man stood at the edge of a river in the town he’d lived all his life. Day after day monks gathered along the bank meditating, praying, citing ancient incantations and performing sacred rituals. The wise man asked the monks why they were dedicating their their entire lives repeating these things day after day. On of the elder monks says, “we learning how to walk on water to cross the mighty river.” The wise man says, “but the fairy is only a nickel.”
A wise man stood at the edge of a river in the town he’d lived all his life. Day after day monks gathered along the bank meditating, praying, citing ancient incantations and performing sacred rituals. The wise man asked the monks why they were dedicating their their entire lives repeating these things day after day. On of the elder monks says, “we learning how to walk on water to cross the mighty river.” The wise man says, “but the fairy is only a nickel.”
Very wise. He spent his nights with the fairy by the river.
And they always did shrooms during their fabulous nights of passion.