And the whining, complaining, sickening dependence of a professional leech continues to infest the board.
He's found some sob sisters, and won't let up as long as they're there to pity him.
Why the fascination with the self-serving whines of a professional democrat leech? How can anyone believe a word from a DUmmy?
People should feel more compassion for Doug's predicament than this useless waste of many square yards of skin.
Until he wallduded himself, Doug was a self-supporting, taxpaying lunatic.
It's fascinating reading, though.
I'm curious about something. A blood-sugar level of 200? Wouldn't that be in the life-threatening zone?
Wouldn't that be something like having an .83 blood-alcohol content, really high?
<<<gets really nervous when blood-sugar level approaches the lower 90s, but fortunately it recedes.
Of course I grew up in a family of diabetics, but that doesn't mean I was paying attention; all I ever noticed was that it seemed to make people melancholy and depressed and negative about things.