It all started Friday night, when all of a sudden my back just started aching
a bit and gradually got worse. After a few hours of "toughing it out",
it became unbearable. Earlier that day, I managed to get my hands on a few more
Vicoden pills. I really hate to use them so I tried to sleep it off. That idea
failed miserably. Now get this shit... since I sleep on the floor, I had to pull
myself up completely to get up and go to my pills. I couldn't fucking get up!
Every minor move triggered a sharp, needle-piercing type pain in my back and
now... my chest as well!
After several attempts I finally managed to get up. I walked over and got a
pill and swallowed it with no water. I couldn't even think of attempting to get
the to kitchen. I sat down in my desk chair and tilted my head back waiting for
the pain killer to kick in. I looked over to my right at my pack of cigarettes
to see if I have the balls to reach for one, and what do you know, there was a
shot of Jagermeister sitting there from last night that I haven't taken yet. My
balls grew a little bit and I reached for the shot glass with total disregard to
the excruciating pain this is causing, and I took the shot.
I finally started feeling the pain killer kick in after about 15 minutes of agony.
I love Vicoden because it knocks me out. I don't recall anything after that, I
woke up Saturday morning around 11 am. I felt perfectly fine and thought, well,
good thing I had some pills. I came to get up and BAM, the same shit allover
again. I wish I had never moved. I immediately reached for another pill and
popped it. I was also incredibly hungry but that was the least of my worries!
Again, I fucking dosed off in the same damn chair. Now I've been confined to
this chair for about 14 hours, with no food, mind you.
Woke up the around 10 pm on Saturday. I felt good
again, but I was no fool! I
knew if I moved I would feel the grim reaper tapping on my shoulder again. I
stayed in the exact same spot for about 4 hours. Finally I just couldn't take
it. I had been confined the this fucking chair for the past 30 hours or so with
nothing to eat. I slowly leaned forward and I started feeling a little pain, but
nothing remotely close to pre-drugging myself for near two days. I made it up!
It's not the longest I've spent in this chair without getting up, however, it
was the longest I have slept in this chair.
Now I only have one fucking pill left. This sucks, I don't have that sense of
security anymore. But at least I got some food and a plethora of sleep!
A sex toy firm is to pay soccer players Michael Ballack and Oliver Kahn £34,000 each for using their names to sell vibrators.
The stars sued German firm Beate Uhse after it sold vibrators called "Michael B" and "Olli K" without their permission.
Both men are hugely popular among German women and the company decided to market the bright-red, seven-inch dildos to cash in on World Cup fever in Germany.
But Chelsea's Ballack and Kahn of Bayern Munich took legal action after they found out the vibrators were on sale in stores for around £40.
The damages, awarded in Hamburg, were slightly less than the stars' demands for more than £40,000 each.
Oh, while attempting to dose off last night I wished I would get the energy
to change the TV channel, but unfortunately I was stuck watching the fag, Carlos
Mencia. This mother fucker uses Don Imus' infamous line "Nappy headed
hoes" last night in one of his bits. Trying to make light of the situation,
directing his speech to black people, he says "Why do you get mad when WE
say nappy headed hoes". First of all, you're not a white dude, so don't try
to use your shitty, worn out and STOLEN material to attempt to convince the
white community that you're one of them. I'm no racist but don't fucking try to
be white, you stupid cocksucker. He's embarrassed of his own race and wants to
be recognized as a white person. That dude just needs to die, ASAP. Long live
Joe Rogan!
