I have no respect for greenlighters.
They're fucking offensive. They offend me. They sprain ankles. They spit. They shout LOUDLY. And they can't use paper. In any form.
7 years ago I stumbled across a greenlighter outside a lighthouse after a local rave.
Of course, people were revelling in their afterglow experience (and the glow of the lighthouse) when larry greenlighter decided to pipe up and ask one of my friends for a lighter.
Within seconds the greenlighter had burned off his eyebrows and somehow induced a bout of serotonin syndrome.
Probably from overexposure of light from the lighthouse/lighter combo.
Not a wise idea, messing around with all that light with big MDMA pupils.
But of course, larry greenlighter didn't know this and ruined the lighthouse rave weekender for everyone.
I feel so aggressive just thinking about greenlighters.
Essentially a useless peoples.
Bwaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!






I'm sure your Solicitor knows what he's talking about anyways. That reminds me though my pipe and other things are long overdue a clean...