has my mental defective gimmick run its course and become stale? am i repeating myself over and over with no regard toward entertaining the reader? what kind of boring asshole would do such a thing?
last post i mentioned the broken tooth but didn't mention the other lovely details and this is true. i had a 9:45 appointment to get the tooth checked out and around 8:00 i experienced some violent diarrhea and had several trips to the commode before seeing the dentist. of course this made the unpleasant trip to the dentist about as unpleasant as you can get. that afternoon i also experienced a very upset stomach. i told myself that this was all due to the stress i was under. the following day i also had some violent diarrhea in the morning and again in the afternoon. ain't life grand.
wednesday evening i thought about all this and a light went on in my head, maybe it was the flax. twice a day, morning and early afternoon, i have a cup of boiling water with flax. flax must be refrigerated and has a limited shelf life. once before i experienced rancid flax and the result was violent diarrhea so i figured this might be the problem and tossed out the jar of ground flax in the fridge. thursday i used a new batch of flax and all was well with the world. my screwed up stomach was due to bad flax. now my question was, did i purchase rancid flax from the store or did some dumb cunt leave my jar of flax out in the sun??? who knows.
i'm a firm believer in the heath benefits of ground flax. i put a teaspoon of cinnamon in my morning cup of flax and a quarter teaspoon of tumeric in my afternoon cup of flax. both cinnamon and tumeric supposedly have health benefits and give the flax a little flavor.
so here's my question about zimmerman and trayvon. in order to be convicted of murder, the jury must find him guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. if the jury is unable to arrive at a verdict after 2 days of deliberation, doesn't that indicate that there is a reasonable doubt?
leave it to townes van zandt for the last word on dental work
i love you sons of bitches.
i'll bet 2 bucks that the king wins the big hole fishing derby.