Caffeine blues
And now the caffeine's gone out of me, and I'm so very tired. Oh, so very tired. And pukey.
A word about the meatsweats: Well Drew and I were talking and he said he thought he'd had ‘em before, and I'm pretty sure I must've had ‘em at one time or another. That fine mist forming on your lip, those beads of sweat gathering on your brow. Things that cannot be blamed on the heat or even the physical strain of overfilling your stomach. A phenomenon all its own. If you know of them, if you too have dampened your collar dining on flesh - Don’t be ashamed. We understand.
4 Comments:
you know what that means...more caffeine...hair of the dog man, hair of the dog. but not literally, b/c if you actually drank hair of the dog, that would be rather disgusting...and I would want to know how you did it...
...thus concludes my slaughter of sentence structure and total disregard of grammar rules...
Are you accusing a Korean man of ingesting dog? I'm not sure which to be more offended by: the racist implications or the ones about my sexual fortitude! (In case you didn't know, dog meat is considered akin to Viagra).
-'Cause knowledge is power!
Now we know ...
and knowing is half the battle!
So...dog meat is considered akin to Viagra...well goodness, all this time I was spending money buying that damn Viagra when I could have wacked that fat dog next door and had poodle chops AND been getting perma-wood
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