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I'm bloody hammered and thinking of you, Franklin

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Phospho-Electrolyte Replacer
Calcium phosphate, magnesium oxide, potassium phosphate, sodium phosphate

Glycerol Hydrating Polymers
Potassium glycerophosphate, magnesium glycerophosphate, glycerola stearate

Other Ingredients:
Maltodextrine, citric acid, sodium bicarbonate, lemon juice powder, malic acid, potassium citrate, natural and artificial flavors, aspartame, acesulfame potassium, FD&C Red 40, FD&C Blue 1.



Now I don't know what any of that is, but it sounds pretty bad.

Did you not read the part about lemon juice powder?
 
I went 29 years without passing out. I've seen it all, from live birth, dead bodies, suicides, to the gutting of livestock and big game. Nothing really does anything to me as far as that goes, and I've never even come close to passing out... Until I watched a Dr. cut my wife open and pull a baby out of her belly. I missed the birth of my third child because I was unconscious on the floor in the delivery room. I woke up feeling like a garbage truck just ran over my chest, couldn't feel my arms or legs, and I was 99% sure I was about to dump my pants. I had to physically hold my butt cheeks together to keep from painting the floor a beautiful shade of chocolate.

WORST. EXPERIENCE. EVAR.

Do you always try to one up your wife like this? Seriously pathetic, bro.
 
On one previous post I outlined why Kicky and Archie should lay down their arms and give each other a big bro hug. I don't want to search for it, but your little feuds just make me all sad inside. Neither of you is going anywhere, right? So, just love one another.

Perhaps Franklin and I can serve as an example to you both.

Holy **** are you still drunk and in the sentimental phase now?
 
On one previous post I outlined why Kicky and Archie should lay down their arms and give each other a big bro hug. I don't want to search for it, but your little feuds just make me all sad inside. Neither of you is going anywhere, right? So, just love one another.

Perhaps Franklin and I can serve as an example to you both.

Cute, but not gonna happen.
 
I went 29 years without passing out. I've seen it all, from live birth, dead bodies, suicides, to the gutting of livestock and big game. Nothing really does anything to me as far as that goes, and I've never even come close to passing out... Until I watched a Dr. cut my wife open and pull a baby out of her belly. I missed the birth of my third child because I was unconscious on the floor in the delivery room. I woke up feeling like a garbage truck just ran over my chest, couldn't feel my arms or legs, and I was 99% sure I was about to dump my pants. I had to physically hold my butt cheeks together to keep from painting the floor a beautiful shade of chocolate.

WORST. EXPERIENCE. EVAR.

When I was on my mission, my companion and I got really sick at the same time. They called us into the office and then took my comp to the hospital. I didn't let them know how sick I was because I really didn't want to be admitted into a hospital in Honduras. I went out and tried to work with another missionary. About two hours later I was on the side of the road puking my guts out, we went back home. I woke up in the middle of the night about ready to mess myself. I couldn't figure out how to open the door to his bathroom so I just started banging on it and yelling "open the puerta, POR FAVOR!!". Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with messy pants and the other missionary was asking me if I was okay. Archie is right, it was actually relaxing. Then again, maybe it was the fact that I'd just **** myself.
 
When I was on my mission, my companion and I got really sick at the same time. They called us into the office and then took my comp to the hospital. I didn't let them know how sick I was because I really didn't want to be admitted into a hospital in Honduras. I went out and tried to work with another missionary. About two hours later I was on the side of the road puking my guts out, we went back home. I woke up in the middle of the night about ready to mess myself. I couldn't figure out how to open the door to his bathroom so I just started banging on it and yelling "open the puerta, POR FAVOR!!". Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with messy pants and the other missionary was asking me if I was okay. Archie is right, it was actually relaxing. Then again, maybe it was the fact that I'd just **** myself.

How often did you get wasted on your mission? I have the exact same story from Cancun. Just saying.
 
Franklin, if it's true that you have been jobless for 2 years, don't need money, and sit around all day getting drunk and looking at Jazzfanz all day, then you sir are my new religion.

Well, I'm pretty good at poker. It's a cash thing, but it's really boring these days so I don't play much. I give lessons. I require all my little Jassman12ers to erect tiny gold statues of me. And pay a **** load of money.

Worship away.
 
Archie, that shiv you are drinking has unknown long-term consequences. Alcohol is pretty well understood. If you support the consumption of one and not the other, then you are standing purely on moral grounds. Just admit that you are following the company line and I'll be happy.

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