Clear the road.
Clear the road.
Son of a rich!
Daddy knows best.
Don’t do what I do.
Burrr!
Scar finally sealed.
We going Platinum, baby!
Parole at the end of the month.
Where is the love?
Who run it?
This was a really entertaining and honest read. The way you described the whole experience makes something medical feel oddly relatable and human. Waiting for a “malfunction” right before swallowing a camera capsule sounds both stressful and funny at the same time. Hope you get clear answers from the procedure and feel better soon. Trolley Tours