A brand
new,
never used insulin syringe or a 10 count
bag of them. The one and only difference between a "ShooterMcGavin" and an insulin syringe or 10 count
bag of them is; Insulin syringes are for the purpose of administering insulin when a diabetics blood
sugar has dropped dangerously low. Any brand new
never used insulin syringe turns into a "ShooterMcGavin" once it contains some sort of Schedule I and, or II Narcotic and, or Stimulant solution with the intent of being either injected directly into the blood stream either in the neck, eyeball or that vein in your forehead that pulsates when one gets extremely aggravated. However if the
tip of the "ShooterMcGavin" is intentionally broken off so the route at which it's been designated can then be changed to be administered into the rectal cavity known as "boofing" depending on which hemisphere you'
re in. However when this happens,
like a caterpillar going through a metamorphosis to turn into a butterfly. When a "ShooterMcGavin" is altered to be used to
boof said illicit substance(s) it has a metamorphosis of its own and it's designated call sign then changes from "ShooterMcGavin" to "Chubs".
Junky 1 says to junky 2: I'd give my left testicle for a ShooterMcGavin right now..
Junky 2 hands Junky 1 his pocket knife. Followed by junky 1 asking junky 2: "What's this for? You know Im waiting on my new
id in the mail. Since you insist somebody you, or your
family knows
will see you at the pharmacy making a medical purchase. At which point, pharmacy staff won't be able to resist risking their job to gossip with a fat ginger
woman with upper lip
hair more prominent than any mustache I could ever
hope to grow that you call "mom" about a 3 dollar purchase you just made.. On camera, so there's an audio visual record of your rights being violated. But who could blame that pharmacy tech or pharmacist?
Shit I'd have thrown 4 years of higher learning down the drain as it held hands with my career and retirement plan too just to squeak your scary ass out to one of your fat ugly
family members. We get it, you just can't even take the risk, the nothing you have going on is too much to risk. Yup, there's no denying were better off treating are bodies
like pin cushions. At this point I could
pull something sharper than what we've currently got from a public men's restroom, sharps
box.."
Junky 2's lip quivers as he sniffles when he should wipe his damn nose and pulls out a brand new unopened
bag of insulin syringes and says sadly with a shakey, crackling voice: "I received a diagnosis of type one diabetes yesterday at my doctor's appointment. "