Afternoon at the clinic

It took me ten minutes to go to BF and restrain myself from scratching the blasted rashes that have invaded my arms, legs, neck and chest...

"Hello uhhhhh.... Mr...... uhhhh-raneta... Lorenzo... Hi.."

Hey doc...

"so I see you have rashes... did you eat anything new? any new clothes? anything"

I dunno doc.... I kinda ate out a lot during the weekend, kaya, I dont really know

"okay I'm gonna check your heartbeat"

and then the brave doctor lifts my shirt and uncovers a once thought dead remnant of a Spartan body

"Okay Mr. Araneta... you have rashes "
--Nurturing something as off-the-wall as an allergy attack... you'd kinda expect something better to hear from the doctor.... at least something better than "you have rashes"... Im paying P560 for this check-up--
"which means you have allergies. "
--again with the jungle idiot talk--
"Im gonna give you a list of things that you should avoid for the next 5-7 days... okay?"

Here are the things that the P560 doctor wrote:

avoid:
chicken, eggs
foods with preservatives
citrus juices and fruits
poor people
peanuts/peanut butter
condiments
seafood
and coins

On the way home after buying my meds... I heard a voice from above... a voice from the heavens...
"YOU BETTER THANK ME MR. ARANETA..... HALF THE WORLD'S WOMEN POPULATION WAS PRAYING THAT YOU BE ALLERGIC TO CLOTHES"

God is good


only a sith deals in absolute...
p.s. my mom gave me an Axe clicker.... and the first day wasn't so bad.... 31 ain't too shabby
The criteria is simple... Anyone who looks at me and maintains eye-contact for two seconds without saying a word automayically goes to the clicker... fair right??
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