29 was still a birthday year for me. I think birthdays disappeared about 36. You'll definitely celebrate when your insurance rates drop next year.
20 years ago the company I was working for sent me to Saudi Arabia on special assignment. The food didn't really agree with me during my first week so I ducked into some god awful latrine to take a dump before I pooped my pants. Wouldn't ya know it, there was no toilet paper in there. So I wiped my ass with my hand and was on my way to to sink to wash it off when some fresh faced American chump puked all over my new shirt. I popped him a good one with the poop hand. I think I even got some in his mouth. There we were rolling around in this hell hole fighting covered in pile and shit. After all this time I don't think I would change anything.
If that's true, I feel for you. That's like landing on the moon. But I bet you got a much better welcome by the locals than you were expecting.
This seems so sincere, and yet I know you are angling to take me down, bro. Those candle are so angry. Don't make me pull my blade, motherfucker! Btw I don't know what you have been using as your avatar all these years, but it gives me a soft dongle.
Thanks. It's not really my birthday, though. Just the day of the year I choose to lambast the Turkish people.
When you woke up, do you remember seeing God? I know you're not a neurologist or a scientist, but if you saw God whilst you were asleep, that may be more evidence that a Holy Roman Catholic God exists. Somebody could chronicle it and post it here. _
Thanks. And enough with the happy birthday shit. The answer to your question is probably Saudi. But only because it was harsh in a short term, like being on the rack. Omaha was like the Chinese water torture.
Just as long as you use the heroin in moderation you should be ok, don't worry it is common to puke on your first try.
