Musings by Herbert Nehrlich
Came the Rabbi to the Abbey, met the Abt, said Abdubai you disturbed me so I snapped. Though the Rabbi wore a habit he was not spending time inside the Abbey on the pot. Often monks smoked funny grasses and they brewed making life so much more pleasant, less subdued. It's a funny and exotic life indeed, even holy men are partial to the weed.
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