Always makes me sadface when I end a multi-day session with wine and liquor to bring me down and give me an appetite, but then I gurned too much so the alcohol keeps burning my mouth, and even if I power through even non-spicy food kinda hurts. But I'm hungry than a mah'fucker, real talk yo! I need to impregnate myself with a bucket of fried chicken and get my gut back up to Randy levels, but even salt be burning the fuck out the inside of my mouthz, know'm'sayin'?

It's a balance, but when I'm starving hungry, have delicious foodstuffs, and yet eating is painful, it feels like... divine retribution. But surely meth is on God's side and vice versa,, right? So why does he have to be torturing me with un... un-eatbility or some shit, real talk, yo? J'Rock's Greasy Trailer Park Girls Gone Wild is supposed to involve free food and liquor, but tiny cuts on the inside of my mucous mebranse be keepin me from fulfilling my eating disorder... And that ain't cool.