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22, and two were given to me at the hospital. That shit ain't gonna last me. I'm gonna need booze, but I think I'm going to work tomorrow...so not sure if that's a good idea. I'm not worried so much about a hangover, as I am about getting drunk, while on percs, then smashing my toe into something stumbling home. Imagine going to the hospital smelling like booze with my toe exploded.
When I got to the hospital, as I was sitting in triage, the nurse asked me "have you taken any tylenol"? I'm like "fuck!!!". I didn't think they were going to give my anything, and I was pissed. I don't "need" any narcotics...well, so long as they can do something to stop it from fucking pulsing like when the dude rips out the other dudes heart with his bare hand in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Tell you one motherfuckin' thing...I've fallen off a nine foot wall, head first. I've been hit with a pitch more than once in my day, twice by KIDS that threw over 75mph. I've had more knocks to the head, shins, arms, chest, and face than most people I know. None of it really bothered me all that much. This time...I fucking NEEDED these percs. My toe was smashed. The top half of my left big toe. My dumbass tried to keep working...well, I didn't try, I did keep working for two and a half hours after it happened. Tell you somethin' else...they aren't helping my toe all that much...but they've improved my mood about a bajillion percent.
Fuckin' yuck. Not a fan of coffee. I was drinking 252's last night. I drank the bar out of Turkey. I found out what happened. As we were paying for food I didn't eat at Tee Jay's, I grabbed a cupcake....stole it really. Just grabbed it and took a bite. I then walked outside, said "these cupcakes fucking suck", and punted it. It went fifty feet in the air, and came down right on top of my head. The icing on my hat would seem to confirm this.
I got tore up last night. Went to Tee Jay's. Didn't even go inside...well...except to kick a piece of cake. You know you're trashed when you kick cake. Cake never did nothin' to nobody.
I'm a pretty good cook, I can whistle, and I can talk shit with the best...but all of this pales in comparison to my MS Paint skills. If only that translated to some sort of money paying job, I'd be set.
Hey, where'd you get that pic in your sig? My brother is a huge Steelers fan, and I want to send it to him. Just wanted to give credit where it's due, especially if jwins or someone here made it.