One might say I've seen this grand life in more shades than a chameleon hopped up on Skittles, my dear reader. And within that chimeric spectrum, finding myself tiptoeing the unlikely boundary 'twixt Mark Twain and Tom Clancy, I bring you today's colorful installments of comical contemplations and peculiar predicaments….
Month: October 2023

Bucketful of Promises, Boutonniere of Disappointments: The Tale of CBD Dalliance.
In the autumn tremor of my twilight years, I found myself amidst a storm, wrestling with an ill-mannered deltoid bully – an unforgiving pain that'd taken refuge in my right shoulder, sneaking creaky coquetry between sinew and bone. Now, as a gentleman of advanced years, I've seen most of the…

Panadiol: The Magic Ointment for Obturator Sorrow and Bronchitic Nights
Friends, followers, and curious explorers of the CBD frontier, I present you with prose that is a curious amalgamation of Twain’s wit and Clancy's tactical precision, as I regale you with my recent foray into the cultivation of relief, offered with a liberal application of the miraculous Panadiol cream. A…

Maine’s Local Portland Poo-plosion: A CBD Adventure As Relentless as a Tango with a Black Bear
It was a cool misty dawn when I found myself embracing a newer product titillatingly titled "Maine's Local Portland Pooping Potion". Now, my curious gentlemen and discerning ladies, beasts of all ages, the name itself provides an air of sumptuous intrigue as if we've taken a peculiarly divergent path down…

Armchair General’s Soothing Salve of Misunderstanding or How I Came to Cry Out Over an Arctic Pinniped
Now then, ladies and gentlemen, boys and squirrels, I've come to regale you with a tale of tradition and transgression, of salves and seals, of pain and passion. Remember this, dear reader, in life, we are but an arm's length away from hilarity or tragedy. Yours truly, discovered this truth…

In Hot Pursuit of The Untamed Plods: A CBD Fable, Or How I Went Down A Pride-swallowing Rabbit Hole.
Ahoy, gentle readers! Weaver of yarns and teller of tall tales, Seymour’s back at it again—this time with a dash of the bewitching substances on offer, from the tents of the modern-day snake oil merchants, who've cheekily named their elixir: "Plods CBD Elixir." A broth more obfuscated than Hannibal's passage…

Interminably Inevitable: A Tale of Tincture, Tigers, and Tormented tendons.
Now gird your loins, my fellow inflictions of time, and harken to the tale of my recent endeavor into the uncharted territory of the ‘Interminably Infinite CBD Tincture.' If you're expecting a quaint bedtime story, confound it, you've come to the wrong place. This strange concoction, produced by some unknown…