No kidding. This story seems fishy. The facts are barely treading water.

I'm a bit preoccupied.

We just switched over pharmacies and they're ok with giving me two different narcotics but my wife's albuterol inhalers seem to be the bridge they can't cross.

I'm livid...just.....*whatever*

Whatever.

http://gifninja.com/animatedgifs/382553/destruction.gif

False and misleading thread title....


reported

:hmmm::D

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It's ok - credit me with psychic abilities later...

A pretty standard asthma inhaler and we're calling her doc back and having trouble with her getting it at the pharmacy.

FRT I don't have/get pain killers. Just...it's just ****ing reeruned. I'm no pill addict but my scrpt is a highly valued pill on the street and I can get it just fine.
She wants a ****ing suck J so she can breathe and she's getting the hard time like she's running a scam.

Just...this shit just amazes me...

Yes you are mistaken Dayze, the Bond Bridge is 00700' high.

:banghead::doh!:

I've never understood shit like this. If you want to off yourself, why not do a Kurt Cobain, or suck on a tailpipe in your garage, or stick your head in the oven? Why do you have to disrupt traffic?

They were looking for Ed Reed's brother.

They finally heard about the Alex Smith signing

Cobain is the way to go.

Private, effective, and very little room for error...

Because if your whole life is spent feeling that you are nothing and has had no meaning it is your one chance to become headline news.

You still have to deal with the 50% heredity/50% environment argument.

And in this case 50% of that equation don't believe life is worth living.

And 15% of that kids life is influenced by the failure that was his/her parents.

It's sad, it pulls at you to think about, but odds are that kid would end up working with me or someone like me...

I hope there's a special place in hell for people who do this. For me, it's idiots who commit suicide by commuter train. Three of these pricks offed themselves on my line in the past two weeks. I only got stuck in one of the messes, but my 40 minute train ride turned into a 2 hour 45 minute bore fest, exacerabated by screwed up temperature controls that made the car temperatures about 80 degrees. Didn't get home until after 8:00.

I hope the prick suffered, but he probably didn't feel a thing.

They should seriously have a hot line for people contemplating train suicide - somebody can go to their house and give them a handful of sleeping pills or a sawed-off shotgun with two shells.