I just took an ambien to help my ass get to sleep. 30 minutes later I’m not sleepy at all, but it’s like I’m in a totally altered state of consciousness. I feel like I’m carving these characters into a stone wall in Ancient Rome or some shit. I heard some whispering voices, was it Jesus? I am going to put my headphones on right now, if you don’t ming. Holy fuck this shit is getting heavy.
Now I know why emeinem gets addicted to this shit. Speaking of eminem: they said I can’t rap about bein broke no more… they didn’t say I can’t rap about coke no more! slut! you think i won’t choke no whore till her vocal chords don’t work in her throught no more! you ain’t nuthin but the balls to beef i’m a pop off at the mouth bitches too fuck with shady cuz shady wanna fuck why cuz shady will fucking BITCH IMA KILL YOU!
Here’s a secret, I often bash doctors, but I secretly wish that I was an ER doctor, or better yet, a trauma surgeon. Can you imagine a more manly career than pulling bullets out of mothafuckas? problem is, uni-faggot-versal fucking healthcare, and then I have too many convicionts to get in. i am so going regret posting this shit in the morning. my apologies in advance. thank you and goodnight.[/quote]
rofl, this is pure gold. Quoted just in case he remembers and tries to edit it later.