Here’s the thing… I’m a big guy, not big as a house or nuttin’ but big. Big.
So these stoopid little aspirins that come in the stoopid little bottles…
ya know – the ones dosed for kiddies and heart healthy regimens…
The stoopid pill packing people…
WTF? If you are gonna insist on packing the damn-ass neck of a bottle that is no bigger than my pinkie, couldn’t you at least use cotton wading that doesn’t shred apart into thousands of tiny little floating fluff-wads? Sheesh… Bastards.
Oh, on the bright side of things, rumor has it that a certain lil’ sunbeam is headin’ into KC tonight. We’re suppose to hook up to hit the beer bust at Bootleggers… I’m so giddy I could just squeal! Or piss myself. Since its a leather outing night, I will have to go with the pissing…
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