Have a few drinks tonight, then?
When was the last time you ate?
Do you have an eating disorder?
Are you on CRACK?
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
So many questions, they asked me.
“Kool Haus” is officially the devil.
Times I’ve been there: two.
Times I’ve fainted there: two.
Makes me look like a real winner, I’m sure.
I don’t need drugs and massive amounts of alcohol to fall unconscious to the floor.
No, for I am the sissiest of all sissies!
Other notable times I have fainted:
History class in grade seven, for no good reason whatsoever.
World religions class in grade 11, because we were being shown a video of some guy cutting his tongue off…
Thinking about… certain piercings.
And not quite, but almost, at the dentist’s office, thinking about that drill…
Sissy. Sissy I am.