I suppose I should tell you that I’m a mostly law abiding, contributing member of society. I don’t condone lawlessness, and I don’t actively seek to break the law. It’s just that, well, every once in a Halley’s comet, I find myself doing something really fun, which also HAPPENS to be (sometimes questionably) illegal. And [...]
All us hospital campers lined up in the cafeteria at mealtimes. It hits me right in the feels to see the faces of the selfless staff who give of their time and sleep to serve the lives of others.
It was slightly unnerving. I momentarily had a vision of the magnitude of this behemoth force of nature. Suddenly I felt tiny, minuscule.
A handful of hospital staff are slated to buckle down and care for critical patients and emergencies, and I’m honored to contribute, plus I’m always up for an adventure.
Be sure to watch for the unicorn shitting skittles at the end. Here goes.
I feel the grueling painful peeling off of the bitch lens through which I've been viewing her.
Psycho Jack prepares for his last stand with one last "fuck you" and makes a move in the direction of us and the cop, who calmly pulls the trigger. . .
My flank felt like an elephant was tap dancing on a hot railroad spike driven into my kidney.