"Arrr! Trump’s crew be ponderin’ the mad potions, makin’ the scallywags worry if they be foolin’ the crew!"
2025-02-20
Arrr, matey! The landlubbers in charge be spoutin’ that them mind-bendin’ potions be a danger to the wee ones! Now we be fretin’ that a new crew of scallywags might hoist the sails on restrictin’ our access to these magical brews. Avast, what a rumble!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round the ol' ship and lend yer ears to a tale most curious 'bout the landlubbers in the administration. They be spouting some wild notions, claimin' that them psychotropic potions be a perilous threat to the young scallywags of our time!Aye, ye heard me right! They be frettin' that if a new bunch o' landlocked dignitaries, a presidential commission they call it, sets sail upon this matter, they might chart a course to limit access to these magical elixirs! Arrr, what folly be this? Tis like sayin' a sword be a danger to a pirate when it be the very tool to defend our treasure!
Now, we all know that a little bit of rum never hurt a pirate, and perhaps a sprinkle of them psychotropic brews could do the young ones some good, eh? If they be bouncin' off the walls like a cannonball in a storm, maybe a wee bit o' help could right the ship! So let us raise our tankards and toast to free access to the good stuff, lest we find ourselves in a stormy sea of restrictions, with nary a bottle to be found! Yarrr!