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About two years ago I was sick as a dog on raisins and I literally could not get out of bed. I had to force myself to even go to the bathroom or get out of bed for orange juice or some other kind of sustenance. I eventually gave up, brought 3 full water bottles with me, some crackers and other shelf stable food, and then proceeded to lie in bed for a week eating my medicine and crackers. It was awful. I probably smelled like the under side of a barn, I wouldn't know. I couldn't smell.
Kallay’s Bio
I'm a pink loving, curious son of a bitch. But I'm not a son and my mom's not a bitch. So there's that.
