I had the "health inspection" today. Passed with flying colors. Seems they alway have to cite you for something, so I have to paint all the wood surfaces in the kitchen. And I have a year to do it 'cause they ain't coming back to re-inspect for that long. I think I can work that into the schedule.

The inspector, we'll call him Jay, came in with notions of criminal activity. I alleviated all his fears, loaded up a cola hookah and let him try it out. He liked it. Was amazed and said that his head was turned around and that he hoped to turn other heads around down at the gov't office where he works.

The narcs smoked up... "We love hookah," they cried!