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If he was really having a stroke, he wouldn't have the time to respond to this.

Quote from: Prime X on April 11, 2016, 09:03:31 PM
On a scale of dehydrated to migraine, how badly does your head hurt?

 
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His eyebrows sparkling, his white beard hangs down to his chest. The thatched mats, spread outside his chise, spread softly, his splendid attos. He polishes, cross-legged, his makiri, with his eyes completely absorbed.

He is Ainu.

The god of Ainu Mosir, Ae-Oine Kamuy, descendant of Okiku-Rumi, He perishes, a living corpse. The summers day, the white sunlight, unabrushed, ends simply through his breath alone.
Quote from: Ian on April 11, 2016, 09:05:01 PM
If he was really having a stroke, he wouldn't have the time to respond to this.

Quote from: Prime X on April 11, 2016, 09:03:31 PM
On a scale of dehydrated to migraine, how badly does your head hurt?
Depends on how early you catch one. Grandmother had a stroke, and she called an ambulance and got to a hospital before she could sustain any permanent damage.

He's probably not, but it's never a bad idea to be cautious.

 
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Sorry, I'm thinking of a seizure. I had a guest have one yesterday at work, first time calling 911 ever, not fun.
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I am fucking dying from the heat.
You should probably stop hanging out in the kitchen then.


Nowhere near the kitchen. I think I'm having a stroke.
On a scale of dehydrated to migraine, how badly does your head hurt?

Blinding, white hot pain. I physically can't open my eyes for fear of my brain cooking.

 
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His eyebrows sparkling, his white beard hangs down to his chest. The thatched mats, spread outside his chise, spread softly, his splendid attos. He polishes, cross-legged, his makiri, with his eyes completely absorbed.

He is Ainu.

The god of Ainu Mosir, Ae-Oine Kamuy, descendant of Okiku-Rumi, He perishes, a living corpse. The summers day, the white sunlight, unabrushed, ends simply through his breath alone.
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I am fucking dying from the heat.
You should probably stop hanging out in the kitchen then.


Nowhere near the kitchen. I think I'm having a stroke.
On a scale of dehydrated to migraine, how badly does your head hurt?

Blinding, white hot pain. I physically can't open my eyes for fear of my brain cooking.
Might want to at least have someone take a look at you. If it's not something as bad as a stroke, you still might have a bad bug or something viral.

 
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His eyebrows sparkling, his white beard hangs down to his chest. The thatched mats, spread outside his chise, spread softly, his splendid attos. He polishes, cross-legged, his makiri, with his eyes completely absorbed.

He is Ainu.

The god of Ainu Mosir, Ae-Oine Kamuy, descendant of Okiku-Rumi, He perishes, a living corpse. The summers day, the white sunlight, unabrushed, ends simply through his breath alone.

 
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