Holy fuck. I’ve got the worst headache I’ve ever had.
It feels like I’m William Tell’s son, and he’s trying to make applesauce with a machine gun.
I swear, this headache’s going to kill me.
So, let’s fuck. Let’s fuck as hard and nasty as we can.
If this headache really does kill me, at least I’ll die looking into your eyes.
Your beautiful eyes.
Unless you want me to fuck you up the ass. Then, I’ll die looking at your beautiful long golden hair.
And if I don’t, I can just take an aspirin.
This bar’s got aspirin, right?