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If you are searching for a drug dealer near you, always look for a guy called Ted, or a pair of shoes stupidly thrown on the power lines. (Parents mostly think this is not a drug dealer home, it is a place where some stupid drunk kids have bullied another drunk, drugged kid and stolen his shoes and ties them together in many nots and thrown them onto the power line)
All drug dealers have a space from which they operate; this is called their “alley” regardless of what it actually is. PR has no holds in the alley, the customer may always be right but meth-heads are not. Do not ask to many questions in the alley or you may end up with a spork in your eye-socket , you may laugh at that one, but this one time…..at band camp….*shudders*. Once in the alley you better be prepared to buy because drug dealers while people, can become agitated very quickly and there’s nothing scarier than a poor crack-head with a crowbar. So in a nutshell unless you buy from a quiet fatso and a skinny blonde-haired retard outside of some quick-stop in new jersey you’d better be ready to shell out 50$ to keep the sporks and crowbars at bay.
Bringing scales is probably advisable considering that most drug dealers can’t count (yet surprisingly when the IRS shows up asking where a one legged Vietnam vet got 3 million dollars in his bank account from suddenly they're math majors). And if you’re buying meth here’s some advice, a gun is cheaper and a lot less painful (but 3x as pretty). Marijuana, the barrack Obama of recreational drugs (a popularity reference, the fact that resin and Obama are both black is purely coincidental) is occaisionally laced with PCP just so that you get hooked on PCP and spend the rest of the weekend wondering “how the hell did I end up in Sacramento? Seriously I live in fucking Ohio” and remember if a cop asks you anything when you are either carrying, or under the influence of marijuana repeat the phrase “Hey maan, I want a lawyer, maaaan”.
Avoiding the 5-0
Drug dealers always have some product on them ….always. So don’t be afraid to grab a cue and beat some ass and hope that bulge in his pants is a kilo of coke. Or if your interested in a constant seller you could just get a job in a rehab clinic, it’s the best place to meet suppliers. The statistics say that there is at least 1 person in every profession that is also a drug dealer. So don’t be afraid to walk around your local PTA meeting asking very loudly “do you know where I can score some meth”? And when that old lady 3 people to the left of the superintendent gives you the inevitable “oh my good golly gosh” look you promptly walk over to her and proceed to stomp that biznitch. Following that you should run out screaming at the top of your lungs “THE VOICES! GET THEM OUT!” fuck my ass -tajee
Using pagers and cellphones, dealers plan deals and warn each other of police activity. This cultural tradition has been passed down from generation to generation, and is now recognized by the federal government as something "pretty cool". This tradition was adopted by schools, doctors, and the undead, to great success. It is often thought that a new DNA base pair provides drug-deals with strange and exciting eugenic powers, though the more likely explanation is "being straight-faded".
Without the contributions of Drug Dealers, our civilization would be a vastly different place. For example, we wouldn’t enjoy the freedom or government protections that we take for granted today. Dirty, Dirty hippies wouldn't have a chance of getting Taken to a mystical land, and Huffing Kittens would be illegal.
In recent decades, Scientists and biologists have discovered fascinating new information about the majestic animals, and have worked diligently to enlighten the general public as to the contributions and environmental importance of this majestic species. Unfortunately, as their native habitats have become threatened, they have often sought food and deals in human cities. Because Drug Dealers attack when they feel threatened, the (somewhat unfair) reputation that they eat human flesh has become conventional wisdom. This has led to increased poaching, which has severely diminished their population.
Zoos nationwide have enacted repopulation programs in recent years, caring for sick and aged Dealers, and attempting to breed them. The plan is the eventual return of zoo-bred drug dealers to the wild. Unfortunately, zoologists have found that drug dealers apparently require extremely specific conditions in which to mate:
- They must have at least one refrigerator full of 40oz of Malt Liquor. This is in case a sleazy, skeezing ho shows up to the party and attempts to perpetrate on them. They can use the Malt Liquor to escape to a France.
- They must have at least 40 pounds of That Ass to tap. Otherwise, fertilization will be fruitless, and messy.
- They must have experienced a "good day", one in which they did not even have to use their AK-47. Ironic distribution of booze, chronic, and Basketball victories must also occur.
These conditions have never been successfully reproduced in captivity. More unfortunately, due to the unforeseen negative effects of the war on drugs, drug dealers have found their natural habitats threatened worldwide, and they are now listed as an at risk species. This problem has been further exacerbated by well meaning but misinformed children, who often try to take stray Drug Dealers home as pets.
Famous domesticated Drug Dealers include:
- George Washington Carver, who turned Peanut Butter into Chrystal Meth
- Australian Prime Minister Crocodile Dundee. During his eleventeenth year reign of evil, he used the Austrailian cocaine industry to destroy his arch-rival Yahoo.
- Your Mom. Seriously, that bitch got the best hook up in town. Damn.