I'm pretty sure that I must possess some form of a healing factor. The reasoning behind this is: earlier today I started feeling shitty. Chills, muscle aches, a fever that spiked at about 104.3 or so, and just general malaise.
Now- I feel pretty good. The fever was 100-something last check, I can sit up without wanting to die, and I don't feel like I'm going to die of hypothermia without socks on. I tell yeah, they should just slap an adamantium skeleton in me, give me some claws, and then mentally fuck with me over the course of years, so as to turn me into a hyper-efficient death machine.
Yeah...
This is me.
I rock.
I think I have some serious problems....
- josh
- Boston, Massachusetts, United States
- I talk about all the stuff that pisses me off, things that I do, and stuff that I like. Oh, and I'm also very racist, but in that funny way that only minority comedians seem to be able to pull off. Also: I am a dad and that scares the hell out of me. There's nothing that ruins being a father moreso than remembering the bullshit you used to engage in.
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