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Wisdom teeth are out. I feel like hell. Fuckers didn't even give me vicodin, only some stupid prescription form of motrin. So pops gave me morphine... hell yeah.
But don't fret all my fellow pill poppers. We're calling the dentist tomorrow and demanding pain killers. Good times.
Oh yeah, Bryce from the Rocket Summer is like a male cheerleader on speed but how I ♥ him so. And no Tim, Brightlife did NOT "need" to break up.
But don't fret all my fellow pill poppers. We're calling the dentist tomorrow and demanding pain killers. Good times.
Oh yeah, Bryce from the Rocket Summer is like a male cheerleader on speed but how I ♥ him so. And no Tim, Brightlife did NOT "need" to break up.