Mom: Where are you going? Me: Uh, ya know. just gonna knock over a 7-11, go to a strip club, beat up some hookers. Mom: Okay... If you get caught, you're staying the night in jail. it builds character.
Mom: "If you ever call me from jail, I would leave you in there to get licked by drunken hobos. It builds character..."
My immune system doesn't need character.
Or the plant, herb, etc.
