LOBO the IMMORTAL
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Chest pains and only 35 years old!
Gadz how depressing.
Luckily, I'm far too lazy for an all-out heart attack.
My heart is barely capable of issuing trade tariffs and -at worst- an oxygen embargo which will kill that tiny prick too. Nonetheless my heart remains very passive-aggressive. A sneaky lil bastard. It's been pissed ever since Ethan got that defibulator and started bringing it to my parties.
Chicks dig it, but when my eyebrows start to get singed I make Ethan stop ... I would classify that as a reckless Fire Code violation.
Sure I could rely on doctors and science an all kids of other voodoo hocus-pocus nonsense ... might as well wave a dead chicken over me.
But I have Faith.
[Plus, all I had was a can of Campbell's chicken soup ... this didn't do the trick.]
So I took it straight to The Man Himself.
I faked sneezing all day today, and racked up 104 "Bless You"s. Then, I ate angel food cake 'til the sparks shooting out of the crack under the bathroom door set the carpet on fire.
Now I'm not glowing and remain completely unable to turn anything into alcoholic beverages ... can't heal the poor, pull quarters out of your ear, et cetera. But the people that can do that kind of thing tend to get screwed: historically speaking, we haven't been very nice to them.
Chest pain is gone; I'm quitting here.
[LOBO]
Chest pains and only 35 years old!
Gadz how depressing.
Luckily, I'm far too lazy for an all-out heart attack.
My heart is barely capable of issuing trade tariffs and -at worst- an oxygen embargo which will kill that tiny prick too. Nonetheless my heart remains very passive-aggressive. A sneaky lil bastard. It's been pissed ever since Ethan got that defibulator and started bringing it to my parties.
Chicks dig it, but when my eyebrows start to get singed I make Ethan stop ... I would classify that as a reckless Fire Code violation.
Sure I could rely on doctors and science an all kids of other voodoo hocus-pocus nonsense ... might as well wave a dead chicken over me.
But I have Faith.
[Plus, all I had was a can of Campbell's chicken soup ... this didn't do the trick.]
So I took it straight to The Man Himself.
I faked sneezing all day today, and racked up 104 "Bless You"s. Then, I ate angel food cake 'til the sparks shooting out of the crack under the bathroom door set the carpet on fire.
Now I'm not glowing and remain completely unable to turn anything into alcoholic beverages ... can't heal the poor, pull quarters out of your ear, et cetera. But the people that can do that kind of thing tend to get screwed: historically speaking, we haven't been very nice to them.
Chest pain is gone; I'm quitting here.
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