Either I learn to shoot assault rifles at wild hogs or I gravitate toward the only other person who sees the library as something more than a bathroom. But to converse with Cow Milk means drinking at least 48 ounces of 8% which does deaden the senses and makes me forget the desperate past I've lived and the uncertain future, but brings out Bleacher booze demons that should be left locked up.
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I'm tired and at risk of heart disease and my lower spine is fused. But my blood pressure was 111/64. Resting heart rate was 65. When I climbed the ladder with a 50lb vest on it shot to 98 and the doctor nervously worried. It's still around 95. Junk food is going to kill me.
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*The gun shop in town has a big poster of Obama "Salesman of the Month" since when he got reelected they sold 10,000 assault rifles in a month.
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