Ruminations of an Afterlife

The key to world peace? The legalisation and mass distribution of marijuana. Seriously. Peter is the most determined person I know, but when he's high all he wants to do is munch things, stare at boobs (his wife's, before you go getting offended for Aly's honour) and philosophise. And by philosophise I do mean, mentioning Kant and then giggling for twenty minutes because 'Kant' is like 'Cunt' (a word I have heard Peter say all of three times until today...) and then actually trying to relate that to philosophy using Sigmund Freud, everyone's favourite scapegoat.

Seriously. If everyone in the world were too busy doing that, no one would want to fuck anyone up. They'd be too busy giggling about all the 'virgins in paradise' to want to kill people to get to them.