Treesex
It’s that time of the year again. The time where I invest heavily in the pharmasutical industry; specifically the producers of Alavert. It makes the itching go away, melts in your mouth, and it tastes good! Unfortunatley, its eight flippin dollars a box–and you only get twelve.
It’s never fun when you are rudely awakened by the feeling of asphyxiating on your own mucus. I feel sorry for Jimi Hendrix, because choking on bodily fluids while you sleep would be an incredibly sucky way to die. Fortunately the TSRB has a great ventilation system, so if I camp out here I’m unaffected. Well, that’s where I spend all my time anyway. I’m good.