September 4, 2005
DAMN!
Whew. A solemn vow. I am never fucking with opiates again. Well, maybe one more time, if the opportunity is ripe. But I like my willie working, if you know what I mean. And it is a hell of a thing to only be able to find your daughter's sarong for clothing, and only have a Best of Deep Purple CD at your disposal. And to discover that, sadly, you are a Strange Kind of Woman.
Which brings me to another point: when Skeeter was a wee lass, being a redhead, when we fed her carrots her nose, fingers, and toes would turn orange from the what? Beta carotin? Whatever. But she's almost 13 now, and she ate a bag of baby carrots yesterday, and her feet turned orange. Not the sort of thing a man in the depths of a morphine binge needs to see.
Oh, shut up. Don't call DFACS just yet. I was coherent enough to drive to the liquor store.
But those orange feet were gnarly.
Me, I'm waiting for the Taint Meat Tumescence post.
Or did the Velociwife lance it whilst you were hunter-s-thompsoning?
Posted by: og at September 4, 2005 11:23 PMSadly, the boil retracted. Nothing worth operating on. Prolly the morphine.
Posted by: Velociman at September 4, 2005 11:29 PMAnd here I thought all that Opiate Bidnis was to take the edge off, whilst you attacked that mothafucka with a pair of boiled Knitting Needles and an economy-size Dental Mirror.
Posted by: Elisson at September 5, 2005 7:38 AM