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It's 3:30 am. Normally at this time I'm sleeping or just going to sleep. But there are loud ass people at the pool. Scratch that, they WERE loud. But I shot at them, and they scattered. This is PHOENIX, BITCH!
I'd care more about the loud asses, but I'm not going to work tomorrow and I didn't go today. Doctor's orders, and who am I to argue with orders from a doctor?
Yeah, I went to the doctor. Doctors are for sick, fancy people. Probably. I never really went much in my youth to figure out who went there. And since I'm sick and wanted to be fancy, I put on my Sunday best and moseyed myself on over there.
The doctor was all like, "You smell sick." And I was like, "Oh that's my new perfume. They call it...Sick. It's for fancy people like me." She was impressed. She also noted that I looked sick. She was really very good. She had no idea what was wrong with me, but gave me fancy things like shots, antibiotics, blood tests, and even a doctor's note for work. I liked the fanciness of it all.
Now I'm all fancied out, and dying. Probably. And I have to go murder some people who were never taught to respect others, and probably their mothers too for not teaching them.
My mother never taught me murdering was wrong.
I'd care more about the loud asses, but I'm not going to work tomorrow and I didn't go today. Doctor's orders, and who am I to argue with orders from a doctor?
Yeah, I went to the doctor. Doctors are for sick, fancy people. Probably. I never really went much in my youth to figure out who went there. And since I'm sick and wanted to be fancy, I put on my Sunday best and moseyed myself on over there.
The doctor was all like, "You smell sick." And I was like, "Oh that's my new perfume. They call it...Sick. It's for fancy people like me." She was impressed. She also noted that I looked sick. She was really very good. She had no idea what was wrong with me, but gave me fancy things like shots, antibiotics, blood tests, and even a doctor's note for work. I liked the fanciness of it all.
Now I'm all fancied out, and dying. Probably. And I have to go murder some people who were never taught to respect others, and probably their mothers too for not teaching them.
My mother never taught me murdering was wrong.