Turn ye livers green.
My Liver is no more … It cries out in the night…
"Your killing me"
when i punch it and state
SHUDDAP U …suck it up were going out
and it cries like a broken hearted female…
Only the scotch can save me now …
Yes, an ongoing conversation of the flesh. Every organ has it’s way of telling you what is wrong, as it screams in it’s natural way of suffering…
learning the language of the body is a smelly and tiresome thing…
bring on the Bushmills and use the corn liquor in the dam lamp!