Let me start off by questioning your manhood you sorry little bitch. April 2012, that was for you.
Now, more to the point, and I don't mean to cuddle your nuts here, but listen at me.
It was day suck hell, don't remember which, early in my quit. My head was spinning, I was sweating, I was mad as hell, and suffering from a tremendous amount of anal seepage due to what I NOW KNOW was an overdose of sorbitol in the sugar free mints I was cramming in my face in order to satiate the craves.
I was at my wit's end man, I was staring at my keys thinking about how easy it would be to get a can. I looked over at my wife who was sitting next to me and said, "I'm about to go get a can, this is ridiculous." She said "Yeah, you probably should, I mean, you may be one of those people that really needs help with this, don't go cold turkey, or maybe now is not the time to quit."
Now before anyone says anything bad about my dear wife, and I don't know why I'm putting this on this site for you assholes, but I have some anger/mood issues. I'm not trying to sound like a bad ass, I despise it. It can have me low enough to want to kill myself and higher than probably most of you cum bubbles can ever imagine, sometimes in the same day, sometimes in the same fucking meal. Luckily, there's pills for these things now, but guess what happens when you rip nicotine out of the equation cold turkey, pills or not? Things get fucking dicey my friends, that's all I can say about that.
All of this bullshit to say, before I went to the store, I got on KTC and I somehow landed on your little story about the gerbil. I laughed until I literally cried and did that weird thing where you cough really hard because you laughed all your oxygen out. And my asshole fell out because it was all lubricated from the seepage. So here I am, completely depleted of oxygen and I have a pink sock swinging from my ass cheeks, and instead of grabbing my keys to go to the store, I go get my phone and I call my dad. I read the story to him aloud. His asshole fell out, raw dog. Then he died. No I'm just fucking with you. He's fine.
But look man, I don't know what made you leave the site. But I want you to know that your contributions prior to this bullshit made a difference. What contributions will you make now? And how long before you vanish again? Because I don't want to get invested in you if you're going to poof on us.
In an extremely selfish way, I'm glad to have you back. I hate how you've returned. I never would have thought a bitch like me would have more quit days than a bitch like you.