Percocet
The pills make me woozy, dizzy, high. I don’t like it much. I will stop taking them. I don’t like losing control.
I went out the other day, people stared at my neck. It sucked. I never thought I’d say I missed them just staring at my cleavage.
The little spot is where the drainage tube was, and I STILL have fucking tape residue all over my chest. Lame.
I applied to be on America’s Next Top Model. Ha! What a week.
You could slather up in some of that goo-be-gone stuff that’s good for removing bumper sticker residue. For an unfortunately placed surgery scar, it’s nicely symmetrical! Your hair looks like it could be the same color as mine. Are you me, living on a different universal tangent? I hate percocet.
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That’s a delightfully unpleasant scar. I think the rise of flaccid penises (pardon the pun) in movies is a good thing.
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I recall there being a lot of balls in Borat. Unattractive, hairy balls are the only kind they can show in movies, apparently. I wouldn’t mind seeing more balls.
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