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Well thank you life.
A missing "a" will not be noticed I guess.
A missing "a" will not be noticed I guess.
I can't even eat tomatoes
Is it because the acidity in the tomatoe? I love tomatoes, slicing them up into slices and eating them with salt. Also i love sides such as salads, mac n cheese, soups...ect.
Well it's about 4am on this glorious Friday night, and what a glorious night it's been.
My wife went to have a few drinks with a co-worker tonight and left at about 9. We were texting back and forth until around midnight where she appeared to simply get trashed all of the sudden. She felt so bad that I had to load up the sleeping kids into the truck and pick her up.
Now, my wife is by no means a lush, but she can handle her liquor fairly well. On the way home, it became very apparent that alcohol was not the problem. Once I got her home and the kids settled once again, well then it just became obvious that she got slipped a rohypnol (a.k.a. rufees). She would've been fine if not for the stomach surgery, which as a side effect causes her body to absorb things exponentially faster than normal. In a murmur, my wife makes mention of some guy that was creeping both of them out.
So, I grab her phone and try to tell her friend that she needs to get home and leave the bar and offer to give her a lift. She states that she's fine and there's nothing to worry about. I keep checking on her via text every 15 minutes and at around 2:20 (bars close at 2)... radio silence.
Knowing now that I can't leave the house because I have to watch the wife's breathing, I call her friend about 10 times and send several texts with the last one being that I'm about to call the cops and to just let me know she's alive... radio silence.
So, then I phone the fuzz. Give the address of the friend and ask that they do a health check. Officer calls back and says "Well, we knocked on the door and could see people moving around inside, but they wouldn't answer the door. We can't kick the door in based on what you've stated so there's not much more we can do."
So here I sit. Watching the wife's breathing and hoping her friend simply misplaced her phone.
I think it was in the movie 'Se7en', Kevin Spacey's character wrote "What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what gross little stage we dance on"
My wife went to have a few drinks with a co-worker tonight and left at about 9. We were texting back and forth until around midnight where she appeared to simply get trashed all of the sudden. She felt so bad that I had to load up the sleeping kids into the truck and pick her up.
Now, my wife is by no means a lush, but she can handle her liquor fairly well. On the way home, it became very apparent that alcohol was not the problem. Once I got her home and the kids settled once again, well then it just became obvious that she got slipped a rohypnol (a.k.a. rufees). She would've been fine if not for the stomach surgery, which as a side effect causes her body to absorb things exponentially faster than normal. In a murmur, my wife makes mention of some guy that was creeping both of them out.
So, I grab her phone and try to tell her friend that she needs to get home and leave the bar and offer to give her a lift. She states that she's fine and there's nothing to worry about. I keep checking on her via text every 15 minutes and at around 2:20 (bars close at 2)... radio silence.
Knowing now that I can't leave the house because I have to watch the wife's breathing, I call her friend about 10 times and send several texts with the last one being that I'm about to call the cops and to just let me know she's alive... radio silence.
So, then I phone the fuzz. Give the address of the friend and ask that they do a health check. Officer calls back and says "Well, we knocked on the door and could see people moving around inside, but they wouldn't answer the door. We can't kick the door in based on what you've stated so there's not much more we can do."
So here I sit. Watching the wife's breathing and hoping her friend simply misplaced her phone.
I think it was in the movie 'Se7en', Kevin Spacey's character wrote "What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what gross little stage we dance on"
A very interesting night out there iPwn..
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Is it because the acidity in the tomatoe? I love tomatoes, slicing them up into slices and eating them with salt. Also i love sides such as salads, mac n cheese, soups...ect.
It's the taste.
For some reason the taste makes me feel sick. My innards turn upside down.
I tried to trick my self it is good for the health and ignore the taste but I failed.
I can eat all veggies that are not - don't need to be - cooked except for tomatoes.
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Double Post! Sorry, I couldn't wait for someone to post after my last post and the edit button is gone.
I've become an uncle
My sister had a baby boy this morning
I've become an uncle
My sister had a baby boy this morning
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Thanks man
