The cinema, after a 3 day binge of booze, fags, mushrooms and hashcakes and went to see the biggest pile of shit, Talented Mr Ripley, and anyway; I hate the way when you buy nachos and the just stick about 3 limp jalapenos on your tray. So I lay'd into this spotty oik serving up the snacks and said that I demand as many Jalepenos as he could spare. I mean I really laid into him. Took the opiss. Anyway, when he turned around clutching the tray, I shit you not, there were more peppers than nachos. There was about 4 jars worth. So I had to eat them. You know pride and that. Anyway, having got through the peppers I wasnt really hungry so ditched the tray. All was fine until I got home, alone as I live, Late at night and went for a po.
HOLY CRAP. I shat SO much blood that I nearly fainted. I mean liquid. Blood. No stool at all. I thought I was going to die to I grabbed a towel and drove to casualty. They looked at my ring laughed and gave me a course of pills.
I still have roids to this day.
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