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Took two bullets at work today. Kept thinking "Damn. That shouldn't have happened." It hurt like a motherfucker but I couldn't help laughing when I pried them out and threw them in the sink. I didn't really think it was funny, but I couldn't stop it. Bandaged myself up, took two shots of whiskey, fed the kids and went to bed.
I finally learned not to gag when feeding Phoenix. Finally learned not to care.
As for this "something is coming" epidemic that's spreading all over the network, well. Whatever it is better stay the hell away from me. I don't feel like being bothered.