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[wanderingrogue]

Jesus god Almighty!

My father buys crap beer.

Never buy Miller High Life. It has a distinct aftertaste of spoiled milk.

Do they make this shit with rat semen?

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[miss_december]

first of all, I'm sorry that your dad has piss-poor taste in beer.
second of all, LOL! @ this line: Do they make this shit with rat semen?; even Mosetta laughed her ass off at that!

sorry about the trip to Bumblefuck, Nowhere (another LOL! moment for me and Mosetta) and your uncle, but he made the choice to not receive treatment (as you said), so how are you supposed to feel about something like that?

[wanderingrogue]

Yeah, I pulled that line entirely out of my ass. It just came to me. :)

Well, I wound up not going to Bumblefuck. My parents did. The uncle in question is coherent a lot of the times but is so weak he has to wear a diaper. He's also in a buttload of pain. Ironic, since the pain of treatment was what put him off it in the first place. I just hope his grand and great-grandkids are okay.

[miss_december]

I'll tell Mo that those lines were pure Jill-isms from your ass which will evoke more laughs from her, I'm sure. :)

I'm glad that you didn't go roadtripping to Bumblefuck; it probably was best that your parents were the only ones who went. If he's coherent, that's a good comfort to his grands & great-grands... but the pain he's in, not so much.

did it really matter in the end because treatment or no (in his case, obviously), the pain was inevitable but may have been somewhat lessened had he opted for treatment.