So I conned this retarded fat bitch at my building into..
Going to the doctors & getting pain med prescriptions to give to me.
LOL
She's like 45 & def has autism.. & weighs like 330 I'm guessing.. & has neglected CHRONIC back pain/issues for years. I'm pretty sure she likes me, but I've just been friendly w/ her & drink coffee w/ her some mornings cuz she'll be outside smoking when I do, & always has a pot of some gourmet shit goin'. After weeks upon weeks of the java talk over Newports & Pall Mall Blues.. she finally took my advice & went & saw a pain management specialist.
THis bitch comes out of the doc office talmbout she just wants to do the therapy & doesn't need the pills she's getting prescribed & THAT I CAN HAVE THEM. 180 Hydrocodone 10/665 & 90 Morphine 60mg.
Says as long as I come over & chat w/ her in the mornings I can have her prescriptions of pills. LSDshfjkjajsefg
I've yet to get them from her, but can at any moment right now.
Shits worth some bread if I flip em.. I don't even take them like that.. here & there yeah.
But yo that's some hundreds of dollars monthly... but she might be setting me up in some kinda way? She ain't gettin' no dick from me doe. Naw.
Just thought I'd share.
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