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As the heart beats and sweats hands with excitement and anticipation, when you go to an unfamiliar pharmacy, go to the checkout, look at the titular pharmacist, and ask "give broncholitin." Oh, how they look at you, fuckin' racodil, and in a nasty voice say, "no bronchodilator, young man," mmm. And what a thrill when she does turn around, goes to the locked locker, and gives out the cherished drug, and you glow with happiness come out of the pharmacy with a happy smile. Such bursts of neurotransmitters do not happen from every substance.