My grandma almost died to blood clots the other day. Most likely if she waited another day. I know I’m gonna die quicker than I have to. My procrastinating ass, gonna be having a heart attack one day. I’ll tell myself. Ehhh I’ll go the doctor tomorrow. Then tommorow I’ll say I don’t feel like dealing with FUCKING TRAFFIC. Just like all those times I thought I was overdosing. Fuck it I’ll say. Then I’ll be back with my lord raining destruction down on you beasts from the heavens. She had a lot of boood clots wtf. And they were so big. I never seen blood clots. They’re exactly what they sound like. Like that dried up ketchup around the top of the ketchup bottle.
Never send me your dick pic.
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