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Waitin’ for the man
By briantologist | November 29, 2004
Yeah, so Tylenol with codeine? Kind of will fuck you up. I mean, technically my back hurts less, but at what point does a lack of back pain stop being so beneficial? When it coincides with an opiate stupor, that’s when. Christ, I’ve practically got dead babies crawling across the ceiling here. If you at some point in the next couple of days you enter a public restroom and are startled to find me popping out a toilet with a couple of suppositories in tow, don’t be alarmed.
Topics: Baffled Mutterings | 5 Comments »
November 29th, 2004 at 6:25 pm
If you don’t like it, you know where to send it…
November 30th, 2004 at 9:49 am
EW.
November 30th, 2004 at 10:54 am
To be perfectly clear, I meant that you could send me the opiates, NOT the suppositories.
November 30th, 2004 at 12:24 pm
Check. It’s worth noting that the suppositories don’t actually exist. That was solely a reference to the scene in “Trainspotting,” which starts with talk of his longtime opiate-driven constipation suddenly ending, which leads to his adventure in The Filthiest Toilet in All Scotland, which involves diving for his lost opium suppositories …
… which I do not have. Currently, nor, I hope, ever.
November 30th, 2004 at 1:37 pm
I’ve seen that movie a thousand times. (It came out while I was working at a movie theater that showed it.) I should have caught on sooner…
Opiates in pill form – Yes.
Opiates in suppository form – No.