At a [10] last night I have to share my longest/weird ass thought I have ever had....

So there's a little back story you must know first... A week ago I had to go the ER for severe cramps, mother nature is surely a bitch, it got so bad I couldn't walk. After being on an IV and being drugged up the rest of the week from Hydrocodones and smoking, I'm finally better I just haven't had much of an appetite for 3 days and my boyfriend claimed it was from the pills. Yesterday was the first day i didn't take one but I smoked and taken NyQuil. When I got home, I felt the hunger I had been missing for 3 days. I had eaten a sandwich with Cheez-Wiz and fried chicken, 2 bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and then a peanut butter and banana sandwich, but it was my thought process on making that last sandwich I must share with you. Here's how it went: "God why are all these bananas bruised my mom just bought these. You know what bananas are dicks. You can't fucking sneeze with them getting bruised. They probably do it on purpose to get attention from other fruit. They make them think we beat our fruit. I don't beat fruit! I am very gentle damn it! I did nothing to deserve these accusations that I have been given. Bananas are such attention whores. Fuck bananas......Where are the fucking pickles?"

Sorry for the long post but just wanted to share that thought:)