This was on a day when I fried me some pigs feets that felt like they was kicking my stomach in. It all went to shit, so to speak, when lilâ€™ James got tired of being yelled at and did some â€˜vestigating. You shoulda seen the lady of the house yelling at poor lilâ€™ James, that was her son, about leaving his mess all swirling and around and bobbing up and down without flushing. Them folks musta been ignorant cause they couldnâ€™t tell the negro poo from the white poo. Leave a little unflushed negro poo in that bowl when I was in a hurry. I used to sneak up there and do my business.

Now everybody got indoor plumbing, but back then only the richest of the rich white folks had it. The boy was so rich he had indoor plumbing.

We was supposed to shit out in a little outhouse down on the edge of the plantation, but olâ€™ massaâ€™s facilities was special. This was down in Georgia before them Yankee boys burned it. I was with that man a year and he was rich and famous. I figure that boy is rich, he probably got gold plated toilets and sinks better than my olâ€™ massaÂ from back in 1845. See, I’m not trying to shit in no hole in the ground or out in the sand like a cat. I call out: â€œHey, how long till we get to that boyâ€™s house and do he have a bathroom?â€ First, when I pass gas, I keep pointing at them damn SEAL dogs with the titanium teeths, but it gets so loud I canâ€™t even pretend it’s the dogs no more. I mean it’s real foul in that helicopter. Well, we in that helicopter and we getting closer and closer to that bin Laden boyâ€™s house and maybe I’m nervous or maybe it’s all that damn curry I be eating, but my stomach’s gone with the wind. Lots of â€˜spiracy theories and misinformation and tales told by confused folks, but this is how it went down. I could tell you a rack of stories from my Navy SEAL days, but I figure you only interested in the time we went and got that Osama boy, so thatâ€™s the story Iâ€™m gonâ€™ tell. It remind me of back in them days when I used to fight against them Northern folk who kept meddlin’ with Southern affairs back during the War of Yankee Aggression. Been proud to serve, for no pay of course. One thing most folks donâ€™t know â€˜bout me is that I been in the Navy since there was a Navy and I been a Navy SEAL since the SEALs been pups. Occasionally, he shares his unique perspective on the pressing issues of the day and we present it for you, dear reader. He worked as a slave in most of the Confederate states and has continued the profession long after Emancipation. note: At 236-years-old, Olâ€™ Clementine is the oldest man in the world. While I would love to know money i used to spend for weed was re purposed into weed grow again but I know that wasn't the case.Eds. I said that in my bubble it's better to support goverment with sale vat and small businesses for seeds/lights/nutes etc instead of putting money in Criminals pocket. After chat I made them realise its just for my personal needs, no point in me selling it to use cash to buy more off the street. They said this size of operation (sic) is going under manufacture of b class drug with intent to sale.

Maybe I was lucky, or maybe I'm hating on my country laws too much but while arrested on the way to police station I was talking with police. Did they took Everything or only plants? I've had same thing happened to me but I'm way smaller scale (only two plants). Your situation sucks, I'm sorry it had to happen to you.

Droppy copter