Surgery, Drugs, And the Beatles: A Look at a Day Wasted.
- Minor surgery has two perks to it: 1) It fixes whatever wrong with you in half an hour. 2) You can plan around it and that is the day where you have a free license to do nothing. But you know me, I can't keep still. Not when I'm told not to do anything. If I didn't have my teeth pulled, I probably would be doing this right now. Heck, there's a chance I may even still be sleeping.
What is the closest experience to sweet gas? What creates that effect? Please tell me. Otherwise, I will never feel that good until December when I get the other two teeth pulled.
- And what a song to listen to when getting completely high in the most controlled manner: "I Feel Fine."
- Followed by the Abbey Road medley. Flawless.
I do not like painkillers. I'm feeling relaxed, dizzy, and frighteningly warm. My body is submerged in a permanent bath, soaking everything but the problem it's supposed to null.
- It's not that bad. I just find myself bleeding more than I expected to.
Voice of Reason: "Hey, Dave, you just had two teeth pulled from your skull. What did you expect, a pinprick?"
Shut up, Voice of Reason.
- Being this doped up today, I should be writing songs about the horrors addiction like every other half-wit hack of my generation of song-writers. Ritalin wasn't a problem, you babies.
Then again, I narrowly escaped that train wreck. But if you read my bullshit on a regular basis, you knew that.
- lol, 7/4 time signature. And he was surprised to find an audience clapping along to it. The clapping part isn't that hard.
- lol, internet.
- I love you with all my heart. And it's not just the drugs saying that.
[After yet another prank, Bart is sentenced to be tethered to Homer as the judge views Bart's behavior to be the result of negligent parenting. Homer is then forced to work nights as he must go to school with Bart. Here's a nice father-son moment from atop the SNPP cooling towers.]
Homer: "I thought I would hate working nights, but it's so peaceful. And there's no one here to squeal on me for shootin' mice."
Bart: "Can I ask you something, Dad?"
Homer: "Sure, boy."
Bart: "If towns keep getting bigger, will there always be enough electricity?"
Homer: [chuckles] "Aw, son, you know that's none of your business. [changing topic] Say, is that our house?"
Bart: "Uh, I don't think our house has a steeple."
Homer: [laugh] "Oh, yeah. I forget things sometimes."
What is the closest experience to sweet gas? What creates that effect? Please tell me. Otherwise, I will never feel that good until December when I get the other two teeth pulled.
- And what a song to listen to when getting completely high in the most controlled manner: "I Feel Fine."
- Followed by the Abbey Road medley. Flawless.
I do not like painkillers. I'm feeling relaxed, dizzy, and frighteningly warm. My body is submerged in a permanent bath, soaking everything but the problem it's supposed to null.
- It's not that bad. I just find myself bleeding more than I expected to.
Voice of Reason: "Hey, Dave, you just had two teeth pulled from your skull. What did you expect, a pinprick?"
Shut up, Voice of Reason.
- Being this doped up today, I should be writing songs about the horrors addiction like every other half-wit hack of my generation of song-writers. Ritalin wasn't a problem, you babies.
Then again, I narrowly escaped that train wreck. But if you read my bullshit on a regular basis, you knew that.
- lol, 7/4 time signature. And he was surprised to find an audience clapping along to it. The clapping part isn't that hard.
- lol, internet.
- I love you with all my heart. And it's not just the drugs saying that.
[After yet another prank, Bart is sentenced to be tethered to Homer as the judge views Bart's behavior to be the result of negligent parenting. Homer is then forced to work nights as he must go to school with Bart. Here's a nice father-son moment from atop the SNPP cooling towers.]
Homer: "I thought I would hate working nights, but it's so peaceful. And there's no one here to squeal on me for shootin' mice."
Bart: "Can I ask you something, Dad?"
Homer: "Sure, boy."
Bart: "If towns keep getting bigger, will there always be enough electricity?"
Homer: [chuckles] "Aw, son, you know that's none of your business. [changing topic] Say, is that our house?"
Bart: "Uh, I don't think our house has a steeple."
Homer: [laugh] "Oh, yeah. I forget things sometimes."