Just kill me

[ya_douchebags]

Since the brain surgery, I've actually been, like...sleepin. Like a normal person. In bed at 11, up at 9. No matter what I seem to do. It's seriously creepin me the fuck out

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[ya_douchebags]

Ha, thanks chief.

[jigen]

Man you got broads makin' yah hats? Pretty slick, man.

[ya_douchebags]

Yeah, I get shit all the time from fans. This lady's probably more up Skwisgaar's alley, tho.

[jigen]

Gotta thing fer them over-the-hill ones, eh?

[ya_douchebags]

Yeah, he does. I dunno, I think it's strange that we even have fans that old. But whatever.

[monarch_the]

Maybe the sleeping will do you some good. No offense but you look like hell.

[ya_douchebags]

I actually don't feel that bad...just a little freaked out. Cuz I'm feelin all awake and productive and shit. I really hate it.

[monarch_the]

Oh. Most people would be, you know... happy about that kind of thing.

[ya_douchebags]

Uh, I'm Pickles. The drummer? I ain't most people.

[crooked_cig]

Maybe my new job should just be drinkin' with everybody. I'll bring the booze, you supply the need to drink and the house to drink in. That sounds fair, doesn't it?

[ya_douchebags]

Anyone who brings me booze is my friend.

[crooked_cig]

Booze fixes almost all ills. What booze can't fix, cigarettes and sex can.

[crooked_cig]

Oh, and don't bitch until you've had a full body cast and a buxom woman eating your food because you can't move. That's when bandages really suck.

[ya_douchebags]

That sounds like some really horrible drug-induced nightmare...

[crooked_cig]

No, that was reality. A really, really sad, twisted reality.