I think I've worked this out. Oh, you know I have, baby.
I had 8 Redbulls at work today. As I type this, I'm pingin' off my nut. My heart rate is at heart attack levels, there is enormous pressure behind my eyes (which are going in and out of focus) and my hands are jittering wildly. There, I nailed the slut*. She took me about 30 tries. Got you, bizzatch.
The early morning crew asked if I was high. I guess I was, in a sense. Oh man, this taurine is kicking my arse.
Moral of the story kids, 8 Redbulls = no.
Jonno out!
*By slut, I'm of course referring to the entire contents of this comment.
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I think I've worked this out. Oh, you know I have, baby.
I had 8 Redbulls at work today. As I type this, I'm pingin' off my nut. My heart rate is at heart attack levels, there is enormous pressure behind my eyes (which are going in and out of focus) and my hands are jittering wildly. There, I nailed the slut*. She took me about 30 tries. Got you, bizzatch.
The early morning crew asked if I was high. I guess I was, in a sense. Oh man, this taurine is kicking my arse.
Moral of the story kids, 8 Redbulls = no.
Jonno out!
*By slut, I'm of course referring to the entire contents of this comment.
... eep? No more Redbull for you! Dangemarous. You, go to sleep, and, no more Redbull for at least two weeks. Dr. Caitlin says so.
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