I'm so over you calling me Hollywood. Not sure how how many time I gotta tel you: catheter(s)—yes, cancer—no.
It's called Versed.
Just buried a homeboy yesterday from stomach cancer—38, wife and two kids. True story. Sorry I missed this one, you perfect asshole.
Not sure what you think you missed, this post just dropped a few hours ago, and I've been mostly silent about it until this post.
I've been pondering whether my asshole is more, or less perfect, now that's it's been modified. Since my health is improving, I'm currently saying it's more perfect.
Sorry about your buddy with stomach cancer. That's the least funny of all the cancers. My in-laws had a tough one of those many years ago, young girl on her way to college, gone just before her 19th birthday. Condolences to the family, that shit is rough.
P.S. and Oh Yeah...
Forgive me for promoting this post. I've been gone so long, I thought I might have to spam a bit to get any attention.
...and another edit...
How could I forget to mention that I'm not very well versed in Versed?
I
rearrangeedit shit all the time. No need to apologize, just me and you here anyway, I'm glad you did.I woulda responded sooner but I never figured out how to say stoked you're in remission, glad you got a sense of humor cuz all but one cancer story I know doesn't end well without sounding self-centered.
Did you guys do something to celebrate? Or have something in the works?
Nah, I just kept on living. Best celebration ever.