Medicine Patches and Steak-meat.

I think its pretty funny the amount of medical application I have on me at the moment.
A nicotine patch, an icy hot patch on my busted leg, a saline soak for my dermal piercing, dressed certain wounds with their respective healing solvents, I feel like a walking add for all sorts of medical companies.

The better part of my day though, is the canned meal I just ate.

I bought a can of food simply labeled as "steak and potatoes."
Sure enough, I opened the can and was greeted with a godly amount of aforementioned nourishment. To my surprise, however, there were fucking mushrooms in there too.

I love mushrooms.
Hell yeah.
I ate it, and am now incredibly satisfied.

Back to nursing my respective wounds, and back to my continued irritation due to not smoking. Day 5, woo!

Excuse the nonsense.

Important Information

I am now an ordained minister. I am serious.
After my credentials arrive, and I register with the county clerk, I can legally marry and perform funerals.

I will marry you to anything or anyone. Is that chair looking good? Done. You guys are married on my watch. I don't care if it's a male or female chair either, I'm fine with that.

I'll post a copy of my credentials once I receive them in the mail. I would also appreciate being referred to as Minister Matt.