and hey...SSRIs don't hold a candle to this percocet and hydroxyzine combo. I actually feel not agitated. Want to become an opiate addict with me? Then we could go on Intervention and get a three month vacation sans children at some really nice ranch in California. Eh??
Sick
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I’m sick. It’s completely ridiculous.
My head is made of glass. It shatters. The slightest sound shatters it.
That’s why I’m writing these tiny sentences...
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No fucking way...you are too fucking funny. I think I love you.
and hey...SSRIs don't hold a candle to this percocet and hydroxyzine combo. I actually feel not agitated. Want to become an opiate addict with me? Then we could go on Intervention and get a three month vacation sans children at some really nice ranch in California. Eh??
Then again,the nerve block hasn't worn off yet, so I'm mostly just REALLY stoned...lemme reassess the master-plan for the vaca once that wears off.
THat Brifoot is HOT!
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