Painkillers from Hell
Yeah, so I'm at work. Kind of bored. I ask wifey to bring me one of her kick ass painkillers. Just like methadone, but without being addictive. Now I know why. This was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I let is dissolve on my tongue, and 1 hour later I am trapped inside a tiny store, in a bizzarre hellish nightmare. I go outside to get some fresh 20 degree air. I splash water on my face. I feel like I'm dying. Finally, I start making myself vomick (spelling on purpose). Nothing. No better. Then I drink a butt ton of water. Nothing. I manage to make it home and to horf some more. I think I need food, but that doesn't stay in me long. I lay down and see all these colors with my eyes closed. Puke more. Eat more. More vomick. Go to bed at 10 PM. (Took the pillage at 4). Painkiller itch times a godzillion. Toss and turn. It is now 2:30 AM, almost 12 hours after taking this fucking orange nightmare. Kids, don't do drugs!