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today:
orthopedic
rite aid
pet-smart
guinea pig hunting
taco bell fake cheese
drunk mouse in the basement
- i had to go to a denville orthopedic (next to a charity nun bookstore and a failed subway) due to possible scoliosis or muscle poopies or pinched nerve or baby in shoulder blade. (the two mother-daughter secretaries had bleached blond hair and matching christina aguilera moon pie size nose studs.) and dude, my upper left back hurts like hell! and there's this pain that radiates down my arm. the doctor made me push up against the wall in my pussy-wedgie underwear like a j.lo video. i have asymmetrical shoulders and an unnoticeable gimpy but pretty donald duck quacker foot. the doctor spoke into a portable tape recorder -- wtf -- and then told me my boobs were big and i need an ultra-supportive granny bra. he prescribed me x-rays and addictive opioids. hollywood, here i come!
- rite-aid sucks. the pharmacy lady that wears a chunky medallion hieroglyphic necklace and stammers next to cherry flavored lube always thinks my last name is something it's not. she thinks i'm ancient egyptian and i need opiates to call forth the crooked black eyeliner lined spirits floating around rockaway mall, i swear to god.
orthopedic
rite aid
pet-smart
guinea pig hunting
taco bell fake cheese
drunk mouse in the basement
- i had to go to a denville orthopedic (next to a charity nun bookstore and a failed subway) due to possible scoliosis or muscle poopies or pinched nerve or baby in shoulder blade. (the two mother-daughter secretaries had bleached blond hair and matching christina aguilera moon pie size nose studs.) and dude, my upper left back hurts like hell! and there's this pain that radiates down my arm. the doctor made me push up against the wall in my pussy-wedgie underwear like a j.lo video. i have asymmetrical shoulders and an unnoticeable gimpy but pretty donald duck quacker foot. the doctor spoke into a portable tape recorder -- wtf -- and then told me my boobs were big and i need an ultra-supportive granny bra. he prescribed me x-rays and addictive opioids. hollywood, here i come!
- rite-aid sucks. the pharmacy lady that wears a chunky medallion hieroglyphic necklace and stammers next to cherry flavored lube always thinks my last name is something it's not. she thinks i'm ancient egyptian and i need opiates to call forth the crooked black eyeliner lined spirits floating around rockaway mall, i swear to god.