039. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Someone's altered my taste buds. This is either a curse or I'm having liver problems. So. We all taste like candy. Do the deities want us to all contract the flu? Better yet, how's about we spread something just wonderful around. Where's that big red idiot? This is his time to shine. Huh.

For those of you who don't get the yummy flavors and have one of the following you win a visit to the doctor's: Bitter, acidic, or Metallic tastes could possibly be jaundice--oh such fun! Maybe an abscess in your tooth, and someone needs to get the pus out because clearly you're not brushing well enough. Gastritis, if it is gastritis just go to the hospital. I've had enough ailing asses in this City. And last but not least liver damage.

Brush your teeth. Wash your hands. Don't lick each other. Think you can accomplish that? There's more active bacteria in your mouth than there are people on this planet. Have a little crowd control.

EDIT: Strictly for scientific purposes, what does gay taste like?

Comments

[eiremagic]

What?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I think you can keep em up as long as you are sober enough. Or until someone puts your drink out of reach.

[eiremagic]

Oy. I don't get pissed that much.

Coming from the man who can't stop popping his fucking drugs.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

My bad. You did say you were Irish.

Because it is so damn fun. Everybody loves chasing the dragon. What's a little muscle death and perpetual pain?

[eiremagic]

Doesn't not make you addicted.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

What do you recommend, Dr. O'Sangria? A little group therapy and a lot of love and I'll be right as rain? Yeah right.