# 24 bottles of coke on the floor...

p I don't feel so good...

Damn you Coca~Cola for making such a fine and delicious product! As I sit in my dark computer room pounding away on this site, I look down and see 24, count them, 24 Coke bottle on my floor. The sad thing is, I must have drank them all in the past two days. Now my stomach needs pumped and I'm still thirsty. I wunna get off Cola but my body needs the cafine. I might slep 3 hour tonight before I need a fix. I need help. So, to help me, Send your money to P.O. Box 1313 Fairmont WV, 26554 or call me. I've been so alert, I've answered unanswered questions. Like a woodchuck would chuck 5 peices of wood an hour, and the Egg came first. I've even proved that by going the speed of light into the sun, you can be transported into 'Bizzaro world' Here's the math!

12/655=34e x 945632y/23q:1,198,0273,002.86 1632743.37332-534+4=252f/ hypotanuse q(4352)= BIZZARO WORLD

So stick that in your mouth and blow! AH! As I was writing I drank aother coke! 25 BOTTLES!! I could make like 2 bucks recycling these things! I look on the other side of the desk and see 2 bags of chips. DAMN YOU! I CAN'T EAT JUST ONE! I wunna eat you, and you, and you. I find myself having Chip and Coke wars in my underware at 4 in the morning. But the chips hurt! They get into the cut on my finger and it stings! I can't use that finger! It's the middle finger on my right hand. A VITAL FINGER! I have to wipe my ass with that figer! BUT I CAN'T! So I wipe what I can, then take a shower. Why am I typing this? BECAUSE COCA~COLA IS KEEPING ME AWAKE! I'M GOING INSANE!