Brain feels like it’s being fucked by a robot with a spiked codpiece. Vicadin won’t kill the bastard. Neither will sleep.
Going to the bar in the hope that beer will. My last hope.
August 8th, 2008 at 7:40 pm | Daylog
Brain feels like it’s being fucked by a robot with a spiked codpiece. Vicadin won’t kill the bastard. Neither will sleep.
Going to the bar in the hope that beer will. My last hope.
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