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Dear Drunk Idiot:
If you are truly drunk, driving only 30 miles per hour to hide the fact you're intoxicated doesn't work. Especially since, even though you are going SO SLOW, you're still using the lines on the road as bumpers in bumper bowling. If imagine that, were the rumble strips not in the center of the road, you would have been in oncoming traffic. Also, you should be thankful that the country roads here have no shoulders so you knew when you had driven off the road and headed for the cornfield, house, mailbox, etc. Lastly, why the hell were you getting so WASTED on a freakin' MONDAY night?! Bite me, stay home, don't drink and drive. If you wanna kill yourself, fine; leave me out of your suicidal inanity.
No Love,
Me
No FWS tonight.
Am feeling like hell. Now, to add to the grumpy guts, I have an extremely sore throat. It hurts to swallow anything. It even makes my ears hurt. Wonderful. OK, body. You win. What do you want? Money? Sex? Booze? Fine. Just stop hurting. I can't even sleep when you hurt and I can't have any painkillers except Tylenol until the stupid colonoscopy Friday. *Wants to cry*
I need a vacation away from my job and my body.
If you are truly drunk, driving only 30 miles per hour to hide the fact you're intoxicated doesn't work. Especially since, even though you are going SO SLOW, you're still using the lines on the road as bumpers in bumper bowling. If imagine that, were the rumble strips not in the center of the road, you would have been in oncoming traffic. Also, you should be thankful that the country roads here have no shoulders so you knew when you had driven off the road and headed for the cornfield, house, mailbox, etc. Lastly, why the hell were you getting so WASTED on a freakin' MONDAY night?! Bite me, stay home, don't drink and drive. If you wanna kill yourself, fine; leave me out of your suicidal inanity.
No Love,
Me
No FWS tonight.
Am feeling like hell. Now, to add to the grumpy guts, I have an extremely sore throat. It hurts to swallow anything. It even makes my ears hurt. Wonderful. OK, body. You win. What do you want? Money? Sex? Booze? Fine. Just stop hurting. I can't even sleep when you hurt and I can't have any painkillers except Tylenol until the stupid colonoscopy Friday. *Wants to cry*
I need a vacation away from my job and my body.