Originally posted by gwagers:
How am I poor while I live in a world ruled by fluff?
It starts with
fluff experimentation... usually in college.
Then it's a situation where you can "stop whenever you want" but "you don't want to"
Then you find yourself freebasing
fluff over your kitchen stove, because you've sold all your possessions to support your
fluff habbit.
Then you start breaking into Sears and ripping open pillows, just to get a hit of the
fluff.
Finally, your body will be found by a maid in a crappy motel room, your head buried inside a couch cushion with pillow cases and fabric strewn about the room, having finally succumbed to the
fluff addiction.
This is what will happen if you submit to
fluff.
