Everything that brings joy is supposedly bad for you. Sex can result in disease, death, an even worse, children. Food makes you fat. Booze rots your liver. And weed is the most evil of all: it makes you hungry, thirsty, and horny. What to do in such a Quakerish reality?

Considering that no one gets out alive, and death is a most certain promise, it only makes sense to embrace pleasure. If a person has to die the only logical way to go about it is to do what makes that person most happy.

If it pleases a person to drink -- tip a glass...or twenty.

If a person prefers to fornicate -- fuck it (literally so).

If a person possesses a multitude of complex taste buds and desires to utilize every one -- Eat it, and you shall be it.

What is most worthy: Living 80 years and only enjoying 40 of them? Or living 60 and enjoying everyday?

The only caveat: Don't boohoo when the bill comes due. I won't cry when I die, and neither should you.