And while we’ve availed ourselves of the aforementioned samplings of musical and comedic genius, Josh and I have also been voraciously gobbling down every single morsel of the gourmet, healthy meals supplied by Josh’s ever-so-thoughtful and fitness-conscious brother. Oh, and perhaps I should mention we’ve done all of the above-mentioned activities in our birthday suits. Oh, and perhaps I should also mention “eating” Jonas’ gourmet, healthy meals has actually entailed licking, nibbling, and slurping food off each other’s stomachs and thighs, and out of each other’s belly buttons, and, yes, okay, if you really must know, off of (or out of) each other’s most sensitive places. I take a long drag on the joint Josh offers me and blow the smoke into his face in a steady, controlled stream. Man, I’m stoned. Stoned out of my mind. Fred-Flintstoned. Emma Stoned. Sharon Stoned. Rolling Stoned. Sly Stalloned. Oh, wait, no. That last one doesn’t really work. I think I meant Sly and the Family Stoned?
