I want nothing but wilderness and trees and indian chicks with b.o. wqho fucky like animals and shriek like wildcats when haing sex. No litter. No pollution. Guns and wilderness and fishing and hunting and wildness and prostitutes.
Blue skies and ticks and inpenetrable thickets and old growth forests and pioneers and unlimited land and no noise, light, air, or water pollution. Swarms of lightinging bugs, owls and snakes and beaver.
So he wants to be a Native American? I got just the thing for what ails Dan - http://www.eleusis.us/complementary-therapies/sweat-lodge-ceremony.php
Didn't you hear that the Church revoked my Super-Christian merit badge? They beat me to it, 'cause I was sending it back anyway. Besides, I wasn't 'dissin the Sweat Lodge, I was making fun of Dan's alcoholic rantings about reverting to "Indian" ways. I actually like the sweat lodge concept. I did a sweat lodge last Thursday when I drank a 16oz Steel Reserve and then crawled around in the attic of my office installing security cameras. The Spiritual part was when I stepped through the sheetrock ceiling and only skinned my knee instead of crashing to my death on the concrete below.
