Everybody has their dragon they face on a daily basis but let's keep it in perspective...
Is your dragon blowing smoke up your ass making you gaseous and fart uncomfortably or does your dragon fucking immolates you with every breath you take or movement you make?
Does your dragon find some sublime way to take just one more little piece of your soul everyday?
If it's the first one, take some GasX and shut the fuck up, Please!
If it's the second one, you've got room to bitch and hey you may have even gotten to the point of Not giving a tiny rat's ass about much of anything but how the hell you're going to make it through yet another day with out tying a plastic bag around your head with duct tape (my personal choice pink, yeah, it really does come in pink). Now wouldn't that make one hell of a Halloween costume???
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