Daveb has returned from a vacation in Vermont. He climbed a mountain and is now a man, reinvigorated with all the deadly ass kicking power of a shaved shih-tzu. Sitting, ensconced in his Cubicle of Doom, he bides his time, repairing brain cells destroyed from 4 straight days of non-stop marijuana abuse and plans his eventual and inevitable grab for total world domination or some other really impressive shit, whichever comes first.

In the normal course of life, daveb is at a point where he does not indulge in drugs, nor excessive amounts of alcohol except for when he makes those rare and infrequent trips to Vermont. He finds it enjoyable to lose a week to waking up, taking a bunch of bong hits and trying to figure out why evil alien parasites would bother posing as Regis Philben and Kelly Ripa (WTF? Where’s the motive?). It’s a good morning, you should try it.

On the other hand, it can be a bit disturbing that, upon returning to the city and back to a life of abstainment, the months pass by and daveb feels just as brain damaged. Yup, it’s done. All those years of non-stop hallucinogen-cannabis-alcohol (the Holy Fucking Trinity) abuse have paid off and given birth to a permanently addled space cadet, age 30.

However, daveb is an army of one! Such mental limitations do not keep him down. He straps on the penguins and moonboots and fucks shit up! There’s work to be done in this world. Puppies need kicking. Old people need fondling and licking. Babies need to be ground into taco meat. There’s no time to be brain damaged.

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