I had this exact thought back in high school, and for some reason I still remember it every so often and just sit there, thankful I can breathe so well in that moment.
Brandy is your friend. Well, for one night it’s your friend and the next day you’ll feel awful but at least you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing it was self inflicted rather than some poxy self-replicator making you feel bad.
when I was a kid my mum had this stuff that would just clear it up. You put it on your pillow and it disolves the blockage as you breath it in or something.
Only thing I remember was the bottle was brown though
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