Last night I wanted to catch up on a missed hour from Monday, because I woke up with a terrible hangover. At least that’s what it felt like, but since I didn’t drink, take illicit drugs, or partake in anything else that would dampen a HAPPY MONDAY 
, it must have been just the onset of the flu-bug. I slept a couple extra hours and it cleared up for the rest of the day. Yesterday Same thing happened, almost like a sinus pressure right over the left eye emanating from the top of the nose. I took a couple drops of Atomidine and then a tiny bit of 30% H2O2 (hydrogen Peroxide for non scientific types) in a glass of OJ. It’s the most disgusting horrible taste that will eliminate any pathogens, viruses, blood issues, pretty much anything in your system. Again disgusting at three tiny drops, but WOW it packs a killer punch to illness. This morning I was 100%.
Anyways I needed to make up a little time I missed from Monday and decided I would head to BuckyStars to write some replies to posts. Well, one took longer than I thought 
. I sprayed on 1 spray of Ammo FF21, 2 sprays of Ishine 2X and 2 sprays of IO 4X. I’m not a BIG fan of the IO because I’m already a social butterfly. It tends to make me come off as clownish so I like IH better which deepens my already natural chattiness. I was hoping though the IO would transfer its chattiness to words on the forum rather than talk.
Side Note:
Has anyone else noticed that too? If there is no one to speak with around with IO I have observed its pheromonal powers is transferred from actually talking to writing or some other type of expression. It’s an interesting topic that I think deserves further research. Anyone want to join me in my research on this? I’d like to see how certain molecules if repressed from doing what they are designed to communicate, would they take on some other type of form to fulfill their destiny?
As typical with Tuesdays at BuckyStars its always pretty DEAD. I’m not sure what happened but I noticed that ever since they promoted a “large” woman to manager that all the new hires have been about the same size. There used to be so many “hottie” baristas, but what a transformation. Sure everyone has someone for them and I’m not knocking them, but I like petite little things. They are just not my type.
Well I guess something was lurking about last night. Like typical I was teasing them and still flirting as I always do.
Besides me no one else was there. I took up a seat on the coaches by the fireplace. The one barista who really is a sweet girl started sweeping around where I was. Somehow it got onto the topic of how the other girl was calling her names.
Well to my surprise and shock she was like “my sister would never do that.”
“Oh you guys are sisters,” I asked? I was actually surprised about this and would have never dreamed of it.
Well the shocks kept coming because the next thing she said was: “Yes, she is my sister in God and we believe in our lord and savior JC. How about you SteveO, do you believe in Jesus?”
“Absolutely,” I said. "My roommate Polo in Berkeley California’s brother was Jesus who made the best taco’s on the planet. To this day I have not tasted a better taco and believe me when I say this, I have eaten a lot of tacos. I might even go as far and say Jesus saved me from a life of hell living only on Taco Bell "
She was a bit taken back by this and said, “No SteveO, I mean Jesus Christ. Do you accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?”
I hate being accosted, especially about religion that quite frankly is nobody’s business. My faith and beliefs are my own and not the topic that I wanted to discuss with her at this time. Normally I would jump at the opportunity and push it a bit further, but something told me to just move on. I told her that while I could appreciate her zeal to spread the word of her faith and religion I do not believe that this was the right time nor place to discuss my wicked evil ways with her. That she might become quite disgusted to learn about my filthy desires and unholy urges. I could tarnish her reputation just by talking to her and that I liked her and didn’t want to upset her. (NEVER mess with people making your food or drinks).
Well apparently she took that the wrong way and all my flirting and teasing to mean I wanted her. The next thing I know she says “well she’s my sister in God, but I’m not opposed to a threesome!” Holy F*ck!
I started to sputter and shake my head nearly in a convulsive manner. The muscles in my chest tightened and I though my heart might explode shooting blood and chips of rib bones and muscles all over the walls. They would defile my dead soiled body, dragging me into the back to ravage my rigamortis hardened body. Thoughts more disgusting and disturbing raced through my head and I was ready to jump up grabbing the aluminum body of my Mac, and with a full batters swing smack her across her bloated head, while dashing out into the street screaming as bits of her skull and brain oozed down my face.
It was an eternity as the lights dimmed and the walls crept closer, the walls etched in archaic demon glyphs. The world had stopped and the gates of hell prevailed. Lucifer himself had crawled through a portal from the underbelly of humanity to claim his prize. I was that prize and I fought the wretched foul odor, the stank that rose up from my core of existence, the foul bile that rose in my chest. The dark moon had risen, the minions of hell unleashed.
I sat back, the whites of my knuckles griping the edge of the table and I said, well the pleasure would be all mine I am sure sweetheart, but (with a smile and a long pause) I’m not sure my girlfriend would like that at all and I’m a dedicated loyal type of guy.
She giggled and said that’s why I love you SteveO, you really are a great guy and walked off. Murder had been averted, the universal order restored. Yes my friends always leave them with more value than when you arrived.
Oh Ammo how you sow the seeds I reap 
