Pop! Goes my brain!

While reading my Substance Abuse notes, I came across this.

•In 1886, Welsh cyclist died of a combination of opiates & cocaine (speedball) while competing in a cross country race.

Instead of seeing that. I saw

•In 1886, Welsh corgi died of a combination of opiates & cocaine (speedball) while competing in a cross country race.

ROFL…welsh corgi high on drugs! How cute!!

*bumps into trees and goes wti!*

Maybe I’m the one high on drugs.

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Jeremiah 17:9

I could relate to Savannah in “Dear John” when she said that

she curses in her head.

The same applies to all the things I think of when I get so mad.

How to torture people.

How to cause permanent trauma

Turn them into Agoraphobics/Anthropophobics.

Make them suicidal.

Even when this “Cheena” person added me on twitter,

I was already in a foul mood.

Fish, I wanted to go around slapping people.

And I still do. (ITL)

So what’s stopping me?

Feeling guilty after satisfying my desire.

It’s true.

The heart is indeed deceitful above all things.