You probably saw Diary, that I had an accident - it was all over MSM and social media thanks to the clever MI bot net .
Well between us, diary, the story was not 100% correct, it wasn't Hunter's crack pipe I stepped on, I was stabbed in the foot with a sharpen popsicle stick by Hunter's supposedly native American friend from Albuquerque, whose actually SAVAK, and Iranian Persian according to McG.
Anyway Hunter's friend from New Mexico, the Savak Indian brought hallucinogenic toads for Hunter and POTUS Joe to lick, which they did, and that's how Hunter's crackpipe wound up on the floor.
Hunter had a "transfigurating" spiritual experience behind the toad sweat and swore that he was quitting crack cocaine forever and throwing away all his pipes, which he always does, and when I tried to stop him, to tell he's only going to relapse anyway -
Hunter pushed me, and his toad licking friend stabbed me in the foot with the sharpened popsicle stick they used to scrape toad sweat and I woke up in Walter Hill Army medical center where I normally only go for routine kuru checks.
It's not clear what effect the bufotoxin had on POTUS Joe, he didn't grow new neurons or anything yet, but Hunter said he enjoyed torturing the toad. Guess we'll have to wait and see!
Stay Safe!
Dr. Jill