Just finished eating my homemade turkey sandwich. (It was alright.)
I am placing the rest of the turkey meat back in the fridge.
That spoiled turkey. (Too little, too late.) I cannot rewind time, unless I shove my finger into my throat. That way, I can yack. (I am not ballsy enough to do that. Forget that.)
I killed the rest by dumping them into my trash bin, which is outside. (I am done smelling that.)
Why did I eat it?
I was hungry, and somehow, my smell was not functioning yet.
For now, I shall suffer the consequences. I will wait it out, until I have to go. Always, drink more water as well. (So my acne will slowly go away as well.)
I am not going to die. It ain't the end of the world. Luckily, my throats feels fine.
Look, I have the energy to finish this blog. Not realIy. I am weak to talk about this.
If the famous adventurer and survivalist, Bear Grylls, ever reads this entry, he will be laughing out loud, and shaking his head.
(Remember that Nickelodeon TV cartoon show, Doug)
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