LOL, you're too high aren't you 
I'm high on life. I no longer require the use of pot.
My mind is clear, my balls are big and my waist is small.
I'll lick my hand and smack the back of that balding vanilla head and when you turn in anger to see the look of death and destruction in the eyes of a driven, remodelled ebony warrior Prince Wiggenstein, you'll tip your hat say good day and tell your spouse, I met a god today and touched me.