



I went into a chemist asking about a sore on my face. She took one look and cringed.
She told me to get out because there was nothing she could do, treating me like the infected.
I stayed up all night worring and ended up going to the doctor.... It was an infected hair.
I shat my undies for no reason that night. Fuck you chemist!
Posted on 07-25-2008 |
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