"Ohmie gahkd! Thats a huge gash on your head... you should wrap that up immediately."
"Oh- this. Yea, it hurts. But I have a problem with blood bleeding. Er bleeding... my blood flow. I have a problem with my blood flow bleeding... sorry I have a blunt head trauma. The gash really hurts, but my blood has been deemed retarded. Retardation of the blood. Ya know how people have it mentally- I have it blood. I have it for my blood. So really I am just waiting for this gash to start bleeding. I got hit with a corner of a glass air balloon basket (they're new- mainly used for foreplay for playverts). But yea- that was 3 days ago and I'm still waiting for the blood to flow. The gash is becoming pinker, which I assume is a sign, and I assume is a good sign. Being blood retarded has its advantage in that I can prepare for the blood gush when it comes- see I have a towel- and I immediately don't have fears of blood loss. But when it flows- it flows retarded. Like instead of flowing out the wound, it flows to an opposite end of my body and stores up blood there til a vein pops. Its pretty cool to see actually. Sometimes, if you provoke, my blood attacks you and its a lot stronger than it looks. Also, my blood is inconsistent, it starts and stops a lot and is really into online poker, where it loses a lot of money. It bleeds at awkward angles. Sometimes it makes designs, like last time- it made a connect the dot dinosaur hatching out of an egg wearing promotional sunglasses from the movie Shrimptown 2: Wearing Sunglasses. Sometimes I don't even bleed blood. I've bled hair, yolk, granite, mapquest, sock hops. I should be where? A hospital? Pff, they don't get porn there, pffff."
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