One of them days I'm going to take a long, thick and hard object and teach ye a lesson or two about smoking pot, boy.
Son, can't ye see ye're already being as close to an analphabet as someone haunting a BBS can be? Keep doing them drugs and I promise ye, ye'll be a veg before ye're old enough to drive a car to the next brothel and enjoy the true pleasures of the Lord's beautiful and holy creation.
Trust me, boy, I know what I'm 'bout. There was a time when I, too, wandered off the rigeous man's path and it didn't do me no good.