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3 weeks
that is how long a healthy human can survive without food
you'll be fine you gigantic pussy
Trunk Club
surely you can sip and sup from a straw
I went 2 months without ingesting anything.
Then a month of only drinking fluids, another month of this grainy gritty porridge type shit...
and finally... a glorious cracker.
best cracker I ever ate.
I promptly threw up, but damn if it wasn't awesome.
Trunk Club
that's what i took away from that post
Or beat off to The Punisher til I fall asleep.
Or beat The Punisher off to sleep.
i have a sore inside my lip
every time i move my mouth, try to eat or drink something it stings like hell
but fortunetly for me i can numb my pain by using mouth wash
sucks2bu
sucks2bu
I just looked at her and said, "Well...shit."
I then camped outside the next 3 days to try and cap those goddamn things.
cankersore not coldsore fag
My girl hasn't left me, but she should.
They don't.
you're very correct in this
Trunk Club
Like, I learned that the girl I liked for the past 2 years started going out with someone by them showing up to my work, where I have to make contact with ALL of the customers, but I didn't freak out. Am I just an emotionless shell, or am I just more mellow than alot of people?
There really was no way to see this coming. September was not a particularly nice month, but it was not very cold. October actually started out fairly nice. Only one weekend ago we were enjoying sunny 70 degree days. That is how things go in Buffalo. Snowstorms and power outages keep us on our toes, they are our natural disasters. You know something terrible has happened when a handful of old people freeze to death in the suburbs. So it goes.
It was only 50 degrees in their house, not exactly the kind of environment that claimed Hitler’s massive armies as they approached Moscow. However, when you are accustomed to hot baths and TV dinners followed by hours of “Let’s Make a Deal” you are probably less hardy than the trained killing machines fighting on behalf of our old German buddies.
Who are the casualties of the war between the electric companies and the diabolical lake effect snowfall? Entrenched in the front lines of my bedroom, living in a five and one half gallon aquarium, five small blue hermit crabs and two larger red ones have had their lives claimed. Also, six Astrea snails have become a still part of their unseasonably cold surroundings. These aquatic heroes were accustomed to tropical temperatures and the balmy 58 degree water in my room was apparently not to their satisfaction. They sat in the white gravel their staring out the glass into my teary eyes. Their eye tubes twitched and their feelers hung limp. They were telling me something.
They were asking me how I could bring them into my home, provide them with food, light and heat, and then without warning, pull their support systems from under them like it was the tablecloth of vitality to their place-setting of life.
William Wallace was the name of the hermit crab ringleader. He told me that all he wanted was the freedom to roam the vast seas. He told me that the hermit crabs would have preferred a fitting death in the ocean amongst their invertebrate friends. Instead the brave hermit crabs were to die a slow pathetic death of decreasing temperatures and increasing salinity. They knew it was my fault, they could see it in my eyes. I couldn’t save them. I could only sit their and watch them as they begged me for warmth. William didn’t beg though, it was not in his nature. He peered with his eye tubes directly into my soul and sent me the message that I will never forget.
“FREEDOM!”
The room reverberated with his strength, it had exploded out of him like a bomb. My body shaken with sadness and grief. I wept and wept. My strength was nothing compared to his. In this difficult time he stood as powerful as ever, and in his presence my infirmity was as apparent as the old and bereaved as they cling apologetically to the past.
I looked to him... I spoke to him.
I told him that his words had changed me-they had. I told him that I failed him and his hermit followers. I told him that I wasn’t going to be able to restore the heat they desperately needed. William stood stoical atop the rock and with unnerving calm relayed the sad declaration to his withering disciples… Moments later, he fell and lay motionless on his head. William Wallace had his freedom.
You pussy.
you may rest easy
my butt is stinky but i dont have any soap
abloo bloo
Dear diary,
Mood: apethetic. My life is spiraling downwards etc etc etc.
Haha, I left everyone I knew, everyone in my family for a girl, moved across country for her, and now, I'm totally alone. I should really move back to the state my entire extended family lives in. (Oregon)
any major dude will tell you
in this thread.