So you think you have it bad? HA! You don't have it bad...the KOOL-AID MAN had it bad.
Imagine going to the doctor EVERY week because you think blood is in your urine. Come to find out that its Kool-Aid everytime.
Imagine thinking every girl you fuck is on the rag because you bust fruit punch flavored nuts. But its not all bad, atleast they're more willing to swallow now.
Imagine being born with sever diabetes. You think he can produce enough insulin to brake down the LARGE amount of sugar in his blood??? HELL NAH!!! Its hard enough to dissolve all the sugar in a pitcher of kool-aid. There is always that sugar sludge at the bottom; it looks like a group of slugs got together, had a circle jerk, and left. Wiford Brimley ain't got shit on the KOOL-AID man.
Imagine not being able to tie your shoes because the soft spot on your head as a baby became a gaping hole with your blood and brain matter expose and ready to spill as soon as you bend over.
Imagine that most people you meet are zombies or vampires that WANT to drink your blood. Especially a bunch of bastard kids.
Speaking of kids, imagine an addiction to pain killers because you HAVE TO BUST THROUGH A WALL FACE FIRST because a kid yells, "HEY, KOOL-AID".
Its the only way he can make money because he is too deformed to do anything else. Can you see him trying to type with those T-Rex arms??? Ain't gonna happen.
So when you think you have it bad....think about the Kool-Aid man.
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