Medicated Logic

After spending your whole night watching some really stupid  sitcom that a friend recommended you actually start getting into it. It's hard to imagine how something so unreal and impossible or at the least improbabil can draw you in so hard. It's like when you're six and your grandpa tells you his veteran war stories near the camp fire or the first time you saw a horror flick and you spent the whole night in bed prefering to piss your pants rather than walking through the dark hallway to get to the toilet.

Looking back at it now, as I sit here unable to breath, speak or swallow correclty with a piece of textile in my mouth I don't really think it was a good idea. But then again who am I to argue with a trained professional? Amazing enough but true: I have made the cut for Myth Busters today by busting a few myself.

1. It is in fact NOT true that anesthetics make you go high. It does make you drowsy. I mean like I could just fall asleep on the keyboard using the monitor as a bedrest. I could use a coffee but I couldn't drink it.

2. The extraction is not painful. I honestly didn't feel a thing after being shot full of a siring load of shit. Therefor I do not wanna hear anyone about pains and fears of going to the dentist. If you do feel pain...well...it just surves you right for going to the butcher at the corner market.

3. (and most important) The tooth fairy may give you a doller for every tooth you put under the pillow but the dentist takes ~$15 for every tooth he takes out.

....oh...and as for the fact that every tooth you lose makes IT bigger is absolutely ture. I mean you should've seen the sheer size of it. I mean, black people used to run in terror if they saw it. But now....!

Anyway, before the anestetic wears of and I go back to being beligerant and insane I would like to say that this was not one of my best days and even though it was a slightly uncomfortable experience it can in no way compare to the horrors of living in this zoo you people call a society.

Have a....whatever.

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You know what really pisses me off? People that can't take a hint. But that's not really what I wanna talk about. I'm really starting to hate cellphones. Besides the fact that your every second of privacy is invaded by some retard looking for something or someone or just wanting to chat you get all sorts of bastards that just refuse to understand why you can't do some thing or another over the phone. I tried. Really, I did. I even answered somebody elses phone while they were away. I know what you're thinking: "Why answer someone elses phone?". Well, I just assumed that since the person is indisposable and the person calling was a mutual aquaintance....why not? I spent about 10 minutes explaining that the person was away and could not be reached. A menior task that would've normally taken a couple of second plus telling the person to call back in half an hour. But it didn't. It took 10 minutes all in which the person kept screaming that they wanted to talk to the person no matter where they are.

Another thing I hate is when someone calls in someone elses name just to pass a message. Not only do I have to decypher the message but I also get the anguish of trying to explain to a person that has no idea what I'm talking about the details. If you're not a secretary and legally bound to calling and are not in full knowlege of the subject, please, just do me a favour and don't call.

Now, I like the idea of calling someone instead of seeing their face couse besides the fact that I don't have to worry about the smell and stare at some hideous malformation called an eye socket I can just tell them from a reasonably safe distance what I want and just be done with it. But all the useless or elongated conversations just kill me. The joke's over. It's stale. Get over it, tell your girlfriend or boyfriend or mom or whatever to just stay out of it and call yourself. And in all due respect, call, but make it short. I don't wanna spend the best part of my day (reading comics,watching cartoons, eating baby heads (cannibalism's good, yeah?) or just breathing) with useless and prolonged conversations.

I'm done. Don't make me ignore your calls!