Yes, I smoke weed, big ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ deal.
Yes, every now and then I hit a sneaky dab.
Yes, my nan was absolutely my role model.
Yes, I hit up a cheeky ball drag now and then, but so what?
The true meaning of life is the connection made to the flying spaghetti monster, when one simply reaches out and allows his noodly appendage to caress their mind.