Yep. That's right. It's what you're thinking of.
It comes around every year on 4/20.
I'm referring, of course, to L. Rob Hubbard Exhibition Day, one of the commemorative holidays of Scientology. I wait for it every year. I trim the stockings, I hang pictures of Mr. Hubbard around my house, I anticipate the vanquishing of Lord Xenu.
Oh L. Ron. You handsome bastard.
How could we NOT exhibit you?
You so closely resemble a child-molesting Danny Bonaduce. Look at that face. God, that's creepy.
But still, I hang your picture on my wall.
And then I smoke a joint. A big-ass joint.
Happy Four-Twenty everyone.
It's also Hitler's birthday and Don Mattingly's too.
Also, mine, but since every year I live just gets me one year closer to looking like Mr. Hubbard there, I'd rather not make a big deal out of it.
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