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Day 2 of Outrageous Ass Squirts and my mood is less than stellar.
You know I remember a time when my body was, you know, actually functional and shit. (And shit! Ha!) When it got me from Point A to Point B without issue or complaint. It was aesthetically pleasing enough to get many men (and some women!) to do some hilarious things for it. It was never super bendy or exceptionally gifted in any athletic way that won me any accolades or anything, but it was a nice, useful, hot little package.
Now I'd just like to write one post that isn't about my ass squirts or hemorrhoids or broken teeth or ferengi feet. I used to think old people were just so boring they had nothing else to talk about but their ailments. What I failed to realize was just how massively those ailments can overwhelm everything else in your life.
Did I just call myself old?
Wait...WHAT?!!
Goddammit the lack of food is making me weak. I would love nothing more than to go get some lunch for the second day in a row I've been chained to the toilet with such frequency I haven't been able to get away long enough to get any lunch.
Perhaps I should have rethought that greasy fried doughy goodness otherwise known as a panzerotto for dinner last night?
Details.
And the washrooms beckon again...
How's yer day going?
You know I remember a time when my body was, you know, actually functional and shit. (And shit! Ha!) When it got me from Point A to Point B without issue or complaint. It was aesthetically pleasing enough to get many men (and some women!) to do some hilarious things for it. It was never super bendy or exceptionally gifted in any athletic way that won me any accolades or anything, but it was a nice, useful, hot little package.
Now I'd just like to write one post that isn't about my ass squirts or hemorrhoids or broken teeth or ferengi feet. I used to think old people were just so boring they had nothing else to talk about but their ailments. What I failed to realize was just how massively those ailments can overwhelm everything else in your life.
Did I just call myself old?
Wait...WHAT?!!
Goddammit the lack of food is making me weak. I would love nothing more than to go get some lunch for the second day in a row I've been chained to the toilet with such frequency I haven't been able to get away long enough to get any lunch.
Perhaps I should have rethought that greasy fried doughy goodness otherwise known as a panzerotto for dinner last night?
Details.
And the washrooms beckon again...
How's yer day going?