It’s A Real Mystery

How on earth do they fit so much blood inside of such tiny prostitute bodies? Just thinking out loud here, by the way. I’m certainly not admitting to anything.

Also, I think I started eating ephedrine when I ran out of my Oxy prescription earlier today. All I know is I can’t urinate and my eyeballs feel like sandpaper. Lots of sweating too, but that’s not unusual. When you’re as fat as I am, you can break a sweat sitting naked in a 60-degree room. Trust me on that.

Anyhow: prostitute. Blood. Just one of life’s little does-not-computes, I guess. Good night.

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