Two notorious punch monkies lived for many years in a share house in Canberra Australia. Late one night after many phone calls, and no luck getting any weed, one dropped a few Rohies he was saving for a rainy day and blacked out on the couch. The other Punch Monkey saw an opportunity and envisioning lungs full of gungie tar, intubated the dude with a length of pipe and siphoned the black fluids from his mates bronchal tubes. Apparently it smoked up ok and took the edge off.

After reading "There is a lot of uncertainty around financial transactions and investments right now, and the wrong decision could result in dire consequences" in his daily Horrorscope, Edward climbed back into bed, pulled the sheets over his head and remained there for the rest of the day.

Edward only had enough gas in his car to get to the gas station but was not sure if he had enough money in his account to pay for gas. His cell phone service had been cut off because his payments were in arrears, and since the only way he could be sure he had enough money (to pay for gas) would be to call the bank, he felt it best to hide in bed and hope his horoscope for tomorrow was more positive.