As I recall from history 101 the Benj's was a total fucking bro, had sex more times than uh, uh the Death Star was destroyed but like 6x more than that. Anyways, BJ Franklin the Spanklin was swimming in pussy. The only reason he went to Parí was to meet a Cherie with which to parleyvoo then quickly rendezvous into the bedroom.

This motherfucker was so deep in vaginal canals he should have been wearing scuba equipment. He barely had time to relax with his first love - pot. He whipped out some fresh "British taxes" rolling paper and sprinkled on some green. It was a widely know fact that Franklinstein was a cannabis farmer. Well, after much consideration and help from his environmental friend, Ben Ten(Amendments) got the bright idea to fly a kite with a key on it during a thunderstorm. I think you all know what the end of the story is; Benjamin Franklin successfully invented lightning.