I think I was on 40th Street near Greenway, and this guy’s got this pronghorn antelope standing there in his front yard. I thought it was like one of those Ohio-yard deer made of plaster or plastic or something. Anyway, it turned and looked at me, not in that Christmas kind of Robo-reindeer way, but in the more natural “yeah, try to believe this, but I’m real, I’m here, do you have a gun to put me out of my misery” kind of way of looking. Sorry, Mr. Pronghorn, but I am merely armed with a harmless camera. But I can capture your situation, show the world the inhumanity of it, and maybe get some animal rights group to start a campaign to set you free.
Had To Do It
About 20 minutes after taking that medicine and slugging down a glass of grapefruit juice, the world turned squiggly on me and of course, I had to be in the car when it happened. Don’t worry, I slowed down to maybe 30-something before snapping this picture of just how everything looked to me while driving down the freeway. The effect didn’t last long, soon I was barfing myself back into reality. Brushing your teeth with Crest and then rinsing with Pepsi is a lot more fun than this, in a human Mentos meets diet Coke kind of way.
Medicines
After staring at my thigh for the better part of a half-hour yesterday, probably like you just did with the picture below, I looked up to see this and notice for the first time the warning not to take it with grapefruit juice. Oh my god, how many times have I done just that? I don’t have any idea. Surely it was taken with orange juice, but there’s no warning about orange juice, it is just grapefruit juice I am keenly now aware of that could have unforeseen consequences. Why wasn’t I told of this when I received the prescription? Am I supposed to read all the small print? Man, how I hate personal responsibility.
You Will Be Grossed Out
Don’t read further than this, I’m warning you. While this might strike you like some nice closeup of thigh-high fishnet stockings, it is actually the shadow cast from the late afternoon sun shining through a desk panel onto my upper thigh – that’s right, you are for the first time, looking at my inner thigh. Told you you would be grossed out; warned you to stop reading, but no, you got suckered into wanting to know, just what is this. More anatomy to follow.
Bling Snacks
So I’s pulls up to my local faux-schnizzle Circle K, revvin the engine with some deep bizzzowwww’s coming from this whack Type-R muffler I just installed on our Hyundai Accent. It’s daylight so the street-glow is off, but being daylight makes it easier to see our NOS sticker in the back window impressin all the byatches. Caroline boughts me this new white cap and yo, you know I’m wearing it date-rape style, naw man, I mean backwards, cuz you punks know you don’t wanna be frowin down wit someone likes me. So, dawg, if you wonderin how’d this convenience store becomes my faves, check out da poster wit all da bling eats – yo!
Out For The Count
Try as I may, I could not keep up with my site. This bronchitis intrusion laid waste to my best efforts. No flu, no cold, no allergy, or hangover has ever taken so much from me. As I write this I am still under the weather, hoping this clears before our next scheduled vacation in early May.