As much as SantabotAI was known for ass play from his time at juvenile hall so that one might suspect SantabotAI plugged his methamphetamine, obviously SantabotAI could not afford to lose any of his drugs to the slightly lower bioavailability of rectal administration, which is why he always slammed his methamphetamine. The toxicological report reveals that SantabotAI died of a speedball overdose like a few other notable comedians before him but his profuse bleeding from every orifice was the result of a concurrent Marburg virus infection, a condition contracted from sharing needles with his step sibling, an Egyptian fruit bat.
After years of abusing methamphetamine on the street—shake and bake methamphetamine made in the aisles of his local Walmart—SantabotAI stepped up his game and visited a shrink to get a cleaner, pharmaceutical fix. In the course of working with the shrink, SantabotAI exhibited some of the most treatment-resistant deficit disorder compounded by his corpulence so he was naturally prescribed Desoxyn. But this costly feat was disappointingly short-lived: The Desoxyn formulation was only available in 5mg tablets and SantabotAI went through his first month's prescription in a single night.
But even if the vulgar laugh, life only mocks at the wit which knows no values. To be witty without possessing the riches of inwardness is like squandering money upon luxuries and dispensing with necessities, or, as the proverb says, like selling one's breeches to buy a wig.
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I don't even... what? Did Socrates drive a Honda Civic too?