The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Ow.

Am dying. Arm in posture of dead elephant. Ow. Oh. Mmmm. See Girlfriend for details.

Donations for medicinal marijuana may be made to her paypal account. We may just send it to Nny, but all the same...

(in other words, she pinched a nerve in her shoulder. She insists she's dying. I insist that I warned her she should get her arm in a comfortable position before it froze up)

I have never been in this much pain in my natural existence. It's the grindy-pinchy that I'm not down with.

Goodbye. Ow.

Shhhfeeefaaacaaaa *unintelligable*

I love you. Please cut my arm off.

ow

And she said something about heart attacks and strokes, like that's supposed to make a difference! Strokes only hurt beforehand, right before you pass out. And heart attacks, you forget! Because they give you lots of oxygen. I have no oxygen. I have a beautiful woman. But, like, she's not going to let me smother myself. And apparently I said "paindorphins". Ow. And the pain is starting to go up into my teeth. If I die, take care of my girlfriend.

But nobody's allowed to fuck her!

The end.

ow