this shit? fuckin blows. mouth hurts like a motherbitch and i was so very excited about my little vicodins but ive puked up every one ive taken so far. blood is constantly dripping down my throat and im not allowed to spit and if mr. chuck palahniuk is to be believed....what is it.......a pint of blood before one gets sick? something like that. never really popped much of a boner over fight club the novel and certainly CERTAINLY pop no boner over fight club the movie flim. but yeah anyways this shit is fuckin clown shoes, man. mouf is still numbish so im guessing the worst is still yet to come! oh joy.
went to pull out my cell phone in the surgeons office to check me messages THANKS YALL HOLLA and pulled out my weed pipe instead. approximately the same size and shape mm hmm but very different uses indeed. oopsie poopsie! as if dad doesnt know my lifestyle but nevertheless.
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