Worst pain of my life, went on for two weeks before I was rushed to hospital in ambulance where two hot foid nurses cared for me, one of whom I knew from HS, but she was 4 years younger than me.
I knew her three brothers who I occasionally hung out with as a pass around jester, which was my bluepilled purpose back then. I'm puking in front of them and she says, "oh, I remember that name," and I become aware of who she is.
She starts talking about how her three tall brothers are building homes with their wives, who are all hot, and that she is engaged and also building a home and they're all trying to see who can finish first. I have 2 dollars in my name.
Mind you, I'm hallucinating at this point and chalk full of various opiods, which, maaaaaaannnnn, they really help you not think about shit. It's why I love Kratom. You can be a loser incel, a short, ugly broke dude and you forget about it all while your Mu-receptors are firing.
After she gave me and my mother her life story, yes, my mother was there, she closes the blinds and continues to talk to the other foid nurse about other foid nurses and creepy men, and how so and so creeps her out, and how this person a bitch, and that party they went to last week, and I'm sitting there with 8/10 pain high as a kite. I will say that opiods make you social, I was able to talk to the foid in ways I couldn't have had I not had my Mu-receptors juicing endorphins. Then they gave me tylenol, and Trump and RFK are right, shit makes you autistic. I went from a social butterfly to fearful of the foids, unable to string a sentence together.
Tylenol will significantly turn you more autistic, only normies are unaffected due to low grey matter.
The one good thing that happened was that I slept for 28hrs straight afterward.
I knew her three brothers who I occasionally hung out with as a pass around jester, which was my bluepilled purpose back then. I'm puking in front of them and she says, "oh, I remember that name," and I become aware of who she is.
She starts talking about how her three tall brothers are building homes with their wives, who are all hot, and that she is engaged and also building a home and they're all trying to see who can finish first. I have 2 dollars in my name.
Mind you, I'm hallucinating at this point and chalk full of various opiods, which, maaaaaaannnnn, they really help you not think about shit. It's why I love Kratom. You can be a loser incel, a short, ugly broke dude and you forget about it all while your Mu-receptors are firing.
After she gave me and my mother her life story, yes, my mother was there, she closes the blinds and continues to talk to the other foid nurse about other foid nurses and creepy men, and how so and so creeps her out, and how this person a bitch, and that party they went to last week, and I'm sitting there with 8/10 pain high as a kite. I will say that opiods make you social, I was able to talk to the foid in ways I couldn't have had I not had my Mu-receptors juicing endorphins. Then they gave me tylenol, and Trump and RFK are right, shit makes you autistic. I went from a social butterfly to fearful of the foids, unable to string a sentence together.
Tylenol will significantly turn you more autistic, only normies are unaffected due to low grey matter.
The one good thing that happened was that I slept for 28hrs straight afterward.
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