The Bunk overdid it a smidgen last night. The grain met up with the grape and they proceeded beat the ever-loving shit out of my insides.
Cold sweats. Banging headache. Nausea. Liquid defecation.
The fry didn't help. The fry exacerbated the issue, to be honest.
Time for a cold shower and a cry wank. Mrs. Bunk is laughing at me. She'll get her's, mark my words.
I yearn for death's sweet embrace.
Share your pain, PROC.
Cold sweats. Banging headache. Nausea. Liquid defecation.
The fry didn't help. The fry exacerbated the issue, to be honest.
Time for a cold shower and a cry wank. Mrs. Bunk is laughing at me. She'll get her's, mark my words.
I yearn for death's sweet embrace.
Share your pain, PROC.