My knee is like a punctured and retarded bean bag. Little scrunched up nasty cuts that multiply pain bullets in my achey legs. Oh you, you and your histrionics you mutter. Lebron, downwards into the basketball hoop you dunk. Well you just think about this for a second my Lebron; maybe the basketball hoop doesnt want to be dunked into. Did you ever stop for a couple of minutes in your busy life and think to yourself; maybe the basketball hoop doesnt want to be dunked into, and if so, certainly not in front of all these people. Now you come in all fat and happy and you jump all high and mighty into the air-space and dunk. Right into the basketball hole! What kind of way is that to treat a basketball hoop. You must be crazay. You're crazy man. Who raised you that way? In my day you had to buy caesar salad dinners and give the sincerest compliments before you were allowed by the basketball hoop to shoot even a free throw into it. You must have been raised in a barn.
My fucking knee hurts, it looks like a shitty balloon filled with nasty blood and crap. The vicadin button in my brain is broken because it hurts so goddam much and these pills just feel like water.
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