Why can I predict the stinking weather with the interior gloop of my cranium by the way it throbs from barometric pressure changes?
Fuck. Damn. Shit. Cocksucking, baby seal clubbing puppy fucking goat felching ass hair yanking nose picking SHIT Fuckers.
Why do the assholes in this world never get a headache? Whereas nice, decent , mind my own business semi-assholes like myself get them all the freakin’ time.
Mother Nature & God hate me.
I could be downstairs watching my guilty pleasure of " The Apprentice" BUT NO FUCKING WAY. It’s the only GD TV I watch for big people all week. It is too much to farking ask?
Mother Nature in her superior bitchiness has decided to lay a pressure drop, dump some snow, and the right side of my skull feels like it is going to freakin’ crack.
Am I being punished for something?
I am going to go boil myself like a lobster in the scalding hot bathtub while waiting for my medicine to kick in. Wallowing in self pity the entire time.
In closing, ShitFuckDamn.
Maybe its easy for you, fucker, but I work damn hard at what I do. Its very uncomfortable shitting into a urinal when twenty years of programming make tell you to do it in a toilet.
Thank you ** JCOM **. The only thing that keeps me from taking a Dewalt drill to my cranium to relieve the pressure is I want to remain mostly sane to find out what happened to Bubba.
Mr. Clawbane has a migraine at the moment too. Oddly enough, I don’t have a headache, but my sinuses are plugged and my balance is off. I took preventative measures and took Sudafed and extra strength acetaminophen. Hope your headache is better now.