Sick again. Only this time I can't taste my food.
Today, I had 9 billion and a half calls from some Avon lady that kept pestering me about some order my mother made a while ago. I had to walk to that flax wenches house and sort out a refund. It was urgent, she was impatient and I almost forgot that I was delivering an Avon product. It felt more like I was delivering vital organs to sick children. Oh and what product was this? Fucking lipstick. When she told me that I didn't have to rush over I felt like closing off one nostril and spraying her face with sinus matter.
That's all. If I rage too much my nose will start running.
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Would an ultra thin tampon do the trick? In your nose, I mean... pervert!
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