Flip to the Latter of a Bodily Scrubbing “The Lather”

MY LEFT HIP WAS IN 7 PIECES!

Hip or Hop, a wet mop found floundering sipping the suds—but not “Subs”—people in their nodded off trances, slipping a paper of "etch-a-sketch" kinda answers, made in a mansion or two—DAN me and you—catch a whiff of the $BTC brew, a witches stew harnessed, the Stewardess, now known as “flight attendant”—to GET SOME SCENTS—that’s a JK to my “Cuz” who he’s the one of my money management—being so often spent on Amazon.com and www.bostonhempire.com with CBD only, that, the psychedelic “high” of any “Delta-8” or “HHC” or any of the variety of THC... that’s not for me, not my style as I bicker with a tossed up brick building construction, oh the confabulation. Well it’s Ab-Fab at keeping the heat inside, in Stridex, my “Pad”—me being glad to have an Apartment here, it goes out the rear exit me homely—TBI is haughty and my girls be somewhat, well, NAUGHTY—like the “Night Nurses” pinching an inch and playing with Peter (Hi Pete!) when he and I remain SOBER, the clammer, unheard, as this is my word: I’ve gone without a single drop of alcohol for a few years now, that the, 3 years SOBER 100% I believe in not getting drunk, sudsy, or wet, with what alcohol I choose to remain as me being alcohol-free for the years, yeah I think it’s been three, with not a drop and no THC—when days of old, the days of yore, I implore the more-so many of you MY READERS—it was 2016 when I went to A.A. only TWICE, that the second time was nice and nigh with a sigh, a sign of my Dedication to 99% Sobriety—then 2020 was the last time I had a beer, and at a restaurant in-town that my brother cheered, yay 1 drink, and I think, he stinks because he smokes, snorkels, and drinks—with no hitch—and no GF !!!