{"id":825,"date":"2011-11-09T22:45:28","date_gmt":"2011-11-10T04:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=825"},"modified":"2011-11-14T15:16:20","modified_gmt":"2011-11-14T21:16:20","slug":"tim-stimph","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/?p=825","title":{"rendered":"Tim Stimph"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Today's picture taken the next day. It counts. I'm a zombie, dammit. Word count: 15003.<\/p><\/div>\n

Having trouble generating zombie photo. Or many words, really. But, am back on track. Thanks to Kip for this guy’s name.<\/p>\n

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I contracted H5N3P53 on April 19th, 2018. I know the day and I know the asshole that gave it to me. I was making a rare trip outside my room to the grocery store and some dickwad sneezed on me. That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right. Me, the one who had lived in his loner castle, a hermit in a cabin in the middle of the city, eschewing human contact, keeping everyone at arm\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s length, refusing to participate in society, in life, in anything, brought down by a single sneeze, from some douchebag named Tim Stimph. How do I know his name? Because six months later, I ate that asshole\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain and stole his wallet.
\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not even kidding. But, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll get to that later.
\nI was at the grocery store, buying a six pack of beer to get me through the night. It was going to be a hard night, I knew, because I had finished reading the only book I owned and there were nothing but reruns of Justin Bieber\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sitcom on the only channel my television could pick up. Beer was the only thing that was going to carry me through. As I wandered through the grocery store towards the beer and wine section, I noticed a thin, pale, waste of a human being about my age wearing a White Sox hat, looking through the adult diaper section. \u00c2\u00a0I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t believe someone as young as I could be so incontinent as to need to wear Depends, but from the way he was looking at the packages and reading the sizing information, I was quite certain that he was buying them for himself and not for anyone else. Also, there were the poop stains on his pants. I snickered as I walked past, thinking, amongst other things, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What an asshole.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Also, I was thinking, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This guy is a total waste of space. I wonder if he experiences oral incontinence as well. You know, diarrhea of the mouth and whatnot. I bet he does. I bet he never shuts up even when he knows everyone around him wants him to just shut the fuck up. But he never will.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why I had such an immediate and negative reaction to this prick, but there it was, and I never second guess my first impressions because, more often than not, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m 100% correct.
\nAnd, it turns out, my gut feeling was right once again.
\nLook, I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think I can impress upon you nearly enough what a total reject, retard, dickface, snotnose, asswipe, fucknut, halfwit cockmunch this guy is. Was. Remember: I ate his motherfucking brain. And you know what? I think it made me stupider. In fact, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m certain of it. Prior to that, I knew how to do differential calculus. Afterwards? Not a bit. Before I ate that jerkwad\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s brain, I could, with \u00c2\u00a0my eyes closed, \u00c2\u00a0field strip an M16 while I was being attacked by rabid dogs, my hair was on fire and my nuts were being squeezed by a 300 pound gorilla. Afterwards? Not even close. I know. I tried.<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Having trouble generating zombie photo. Or many words, really. But, am back on track. Thanks to Kip for this guy’s name.   I contracted H5N3P53 on April 19th, 2018. I know the day and I know the asshole that gave it to me. I was making a rare trip outside my room to the grocery […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[109,1],"tags":[16],"class_list":["post-825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nanowrimo","category-uncategorized","tag-excerpt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=825"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}