Sunday, April 10, 2016

Damage Control

So, I've picked out the house I want and am still trying to get it from Putin along with the five million dollars (after taxes for both).


I'm hoping someone has or will standup for me regarding this.

He'll probably never hear me or give me some lame excuse to free himself though.   He attracted them all to me, and I'm sure they wanted to advertise their "cures."

They hurt my remaining brain.  Yes, my IQ is still 116, but the scores are completely different, and I have major memory problems.  A monkey did better on the tower test. 

Not only, but I had a headache for 8.5 months that they ignored.  It's all about them though.

Back to the music, my dears...

They are a bunched bananas (a term for elementary soccer players). 

I'm not saying I didn't have problems.  I know I went mental.  However, it would be nice if they'd set up clinics for us.  Maybe then they'd do it only once or have a system so that we don't end up touched by too many angels.

By the way, Latuda and Fluphenazine are wonderful. 

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