I've been told the wonders of Vicodin recently. Kelsy told me that she was on it because she had her wisdoms yanked out like a fat kid on a leash who realized "CAAAAAKE!!!" and then ran like hell. That's pretty much what happens when they yank yer teeth. It's an epic disaster. Like, take the bombing of Hiro Shima. It doesn't even reach the pain of yanking teeth.
And that's why Vicodin was invented, to prevent future Japanese bombings aka teeth pulling from hurting.
Yeah.
If I ever take Vicodin, I'm imagining a world full of spirals and Charlie Sheen with his bi-winning. I WILL BE BI-WINNING. I also can see the transformation of a simple Chevy Cavalier to Optimus Prime Infinite Edition with super lazorz and Palmsy McFisty-Steve hands pushing you off a cliff so you can die while numbed. Nothing would happen because Vicodin has made you immortal. Therefore, you cannot die. Disregard the dying statement because I was lying the whole time.
I like Journey.
Another scene I imagine is me simply dancing and rocking out to Deadmau5's At Play Vol. 2, but because of the wonders of glorious Vicodin type 2-A (which doesn't exist as far as I know, but I'm bi-winning so it doesn't even matter), I'm actually prancing in a field full of daisies and thistles while wearing clown shoes and my graduation gown. It's also raining fire and various amphibians. During the onslaught of constant rain, which is completely normal because this shit happens on a daily basis, I set up a fire with two pedestals that contain a gas tube to feed a flame. On these pedestals, I place two finely grown rabbits to sacrifice and summon the ocean god Ktulu.
Yeah this is completely normal, and you should have no thoughts of me being mentally unstable.
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