Take it easy on the drug companies, eh?
Flashback: The awful year and a half between the winter of 2004 and the spring of 2006. If not for Wellbutrin, Zoloft, and the frantic efforts of at least two incredibly skilled and amazingly patient doctors... well, I don’t know how likely it is that I’m here at all. When they say they’re in the business of saving peoples’ lives, they mean it. Imperfect as the system is, they do good work.
Take it from me.
I know what I’m talking about.
Today’s Musical Insight (Best Song Ever Composed by the Hand of Man Edition):
You can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin’, or the moment of truth in your lies; and when everything feels like the movies, yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive…
1 comment:
No. Don't let them fool you into thinking the raping is necessary.
"Hey buddy, I'll help you up if you let me rape you!"
"Ok... wait, what the fuck? Why?"
"Well, because I have to touch you to help you up, so... you know..."
"What, no! Why can't you just help me up by my hand like a normal person?"
"Well, because it feels better for me if I help you up using my penis..."
Chris, make these bastards use our hands and not our anuses. They can deliver their product for a fraction of what they charge.
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