A hard fall is usually a bad thing. Nearly always a bad thing. Not much good can come from it exceptin' for maybe you might be glad to be alive (assumin' of course, you survived the fall) Now a cautionary word is fittin about now, regardin' any stuff called opiates. They are biological (plant) based things. An opiate is addictive, worse than test tube made things. Stay away from all that shit. 1 ounce of whiskey is a good thing, usually I can drink about 5 ounces and I am fine, I can fall asleep real good, with pizza. Pain is your body's way of sayin "FUCK! I am not an indian rubber ball! I am bones and ligaments!" No one here wants biles to go away. That is a nice thing to say, and it's the truth. If your bones are broke this is the perfect time to start writin your chronicles, anecdotes, and life stories. I am hangin in the wind, like a one-armed man with psychological problems, of the major kind, still waiting and wonderin' what in fucks name ever happened to the guy on the bus who had goat cocks or whale cocks in a bucket underneath his seat and some CHINK started askin him what it was or whatever in their language. LOL. I am startin to laugh. You can write funny stuff again, anytime you want. Don't rely on the government for money if your back is sore. You need a website with a paypal clicky thing and some funny stories about people from BC and you will make money. Tell me a story, Stompin Tom from BC
last week another friend asked me the same over skype, this is what i came up with: . i wish now i could be next to you, to be able to take you in my arms... . well, Biles, I am not sure this works for you so here is something else (not made by me but it is very bulgarian): ejko.exe [do not worry no virus inside, it is a slideshow. well, you have to trust me ] PS: title translates as "Chemistry of Loneliness"
What? No violin music? Bligh me! You want that he kills himself? Very good photography and music, but nothing I would want to send to a friend in the hospital! Let's send him a bottle or two instead.
I am in this fuckin hospital that has a herd of little babes, which is only good thing about this place, except may that I am alive, which is cool too..... I have this funny big and little bumps in my chesk from busted ribs and the thing there in the middle, you know, the sort of bone thing on your chest??? My hair on the back of my head is torn out of my scalp from my gettin it all rubbed real bad while these all these guys were draggin me out of the hole, I don't think the hair is gonna come back. I had a heart attack, so I got some parts of it don't work right. I got a brain dammage, like, um, I gannot listen to ONE person talking, if there are more than one speaking at the same time. I can't read out loud. Have some amnesia, not like the movies, movies are mostly made by fuckin retarts. I can't remember so much shit, wow. I saw my this babe who I knew for a long time, we were fuck-friends for a long time, see? Well, she came to the hospital to see me: Se started crying as soon as she saw me, I was impresses. I asked her: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??? She was so impressed by my brain damage and busted head and the 25 killograms of weight I lost int 8 weeks [NOT a good thing, you try it sometime...] ANyway, she was so impressed she immediately gave me money and a blow job. [jusk joking] The brain damage is fuckin weird. Do you any of you idiots know what the Optical Nerve is in the part of your eye I can't remember?? Well, it is your optical nerve, see? Go see if you can find it. Anyone with half a brain can, okay? Try it. Well, my whole world is full of blind sputs just like that. Bick objuects RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, like things that are not apparent until I bump into them. These are not optical they are things like words and gestures and things that stump me like what is the loud thing screaming and people running away from it [it was a film of the '9/11' attacks that I DID NOT REMEMBER UNTIL I SAW THEM TWO WEEKS AGO]... AND THE WORST THING YET.. My pecker dosen't respond I still enjoy looking and talking to a little lady, but by perker seems to be on a trip somewhere, see?. I think it might just be because a cardiac ward isn't a good place to pop a hard-on. When I can learn my girlfriend's name and address, maybe I can go chek thet out. I see you guys neck time the turn this fuckin thing on, okay? Bye.
hope she will help you to call it back to IRL. it's an important problem and must be solved with forbearance, endurance and care
I can give some viagra sellers adresses if you want. For some reason I they send me e-mail all the time.... (no, I haven't filled any paper that says "yes, I'm very interested about Viagra")
Rude; That bone in between the ribs is called the sternum. Your bod has gone through a pretty good shock and a lot of systems were knocked out and are "off line". Things will go back online little by little as circuits reconnect. You have got to regain your weight and strength. Ask the doctors to take those vitamins(choline and inositol) and ask about Hydergine. Your blood pressure may not be high enough or strong enough to have an erection or maybe they are giving you drugs to keep blood pressure levels in check with your bod repairing itself so it's preventing you from getting a hard on. Take it easy and start with the simple things; word games, memory games, first person shooter games. I'm sure one of those people treating you can suggest some kind of brain exercises. Relax and stay in touch!
I suggest daily private lessons with looseleaf. Not sure about erection issues, but he will cure low blood pressure problems perfectly.
To be sincere, all depends on your girlfriend. Have heard of the same problem with those, who have suffered decompression. BLOWJOB rules the world! If done with love and compassion as long as it needs, the essense does recover.
You should get some help there kid, your paranoia is getting the best of you. I cannot log-on to that account.It's not mine. Despite your claims your friend is playing a trick on the both of us. Will someone fix the ignore feature soon here?
