Lost - Supply of Rophynol. Dating life has wilted. If anyone is going to Mexico soon, please purchase a few extra bushels for me, your pal Skip. If Rohypnol not available, will barter for chloroform. No phone or address. If you are ever near the river banks of Ludlow, stop by my dark blue 1982 van.  

 

Needed - Liver.  Turns out I drink... a lot.  Some people say, “like a fish,” which is true if that fish were a bloated, bulbous nosed, bespectacled man swimming in an ocean of bourbon.  Hmm, maybe the Indian Ocean.  Anyways, my liver has seen more action than Mickey Mantle or half our nation’s  reservations.  I’m not on any lists, so you’ll probably have to abduct a drifter.  Send information regarding prospective involuntary donees to \n This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it href="mailto: This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it "> This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it .