

Once he’s hollowed out the entire country, he will do some random thing and someone will give him an award for it. Once he’s done masturbating (imagine someone passing you a blunt), he’s going to enact his ultimate dream. He’s going to get the SS to pick him up ten big macs and ten filet o fish. He will assemble his ultimate favorite sandwich, eat about half of it, and pass out. Two days later he will die trying to take a shit.
I was diagnosed last year. I’m 41. I wondered what the hell was “wrong with me” my entire life. Meds help but this shit sucks.