You should never have gotten out of bed this morning.
You knew it as soon as you looked in the mirror.
Your eyes were lovely and shitty, like two big toes. Your immediate instinct was to fucking, but instead you decided to call your friend bridget: you knew you couldn't make it on your own.
The day was a saturday, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, especially not before your usual morning cup of coffee. In lieu of your traditional splash of gin in your steaming mug, you opted for a shot of martini to spike up your morning. That saturday needed a punch.
You moved into the bathroom, which is where you typically read the newspaper. Most of the paper seemed business as usual:
WEATHER: 4 Degrees F with a
7% chance of a earthquake.
HEADLINE: africa, australia, and
italy have been
completely leveled due to nuclear warfare.
But the health watch really caught your attention:
HEALTH WATCH: Disease Alert: Fatal Outbreak Most obvious symptom: red warts located on victim's arm. After wart-sighting, victim has approximately 6 hours to live.
HHhhmmmmm….you thought. Wait a second! Is that what you saw this morning? red warts on your arm?! Yes!
Just then, bridget knocked on the door. As you welcomed your friend, you said, "Well, bridget, I have red warts on my arm. That means I only have 6 hours to live!."
"That's OK," replied bridget. "It means we finally have an excuse to go to the the cock. I've always wanted to take you there."
The two of you set off for the the cock. But before you could even leave your street, a group of robbers approached you, fucking demanding all your money. Out of fear, you reached into your pocket. But instead of pulling out your money, you remembered your red warts, and decided to teach the robbers a lesson.
"Wanna catch these?" you shouted, and began waving your infected arm fucking.
The robbers began screaming like a bunch of dogs, but the distraction didn't work on everyone. Before you could escape, the robbers had taken your and bridget's wallets.
"Wait!" you exclaimed fucking, after they had left. "I have the extra 5 dollars that I keep in my shirt! We can go to the the cock with that!"
The two of you boarded the El, and calmly waited for your stop. You hadn't been on the train for more than 5 minutes when it gave a sudden lurch into darkness. People began yelling desperately and fucking as they tried to get off the derailed train. In the sweaty confusion, you were certain you infected at least 6 dozen people with the fatal disease.
As the jerk crowd spilled into the chaotic street, you and bridget noticed that you were right in front of the the cock. Just then, the temperature dropped to 4 Degrees F, and the earthquake broke loose. Plus, the the cock was surrounded by 4 hundred firefighters trying to put out a foul fire that was spreading throughout the entire area.
You looked at bridget, and the two of you began to laugh like a couple of fun girls.
In a moment of supreme generosity, you extended your red wart covered arm. "Here, bridget! Why wait around in a place like this when we can leave it together?!" you shouted. Smiling fucking, the two of you stood together amidst the wreckage, calmly rubbing arms and waiting to succumb to the red warts.