Confessions of a Pure Oxygen Huffer
Hello, my name is Mark and I am a pure oxygen huffer. Yes, you read that right. I have been inhaling pure oxygen for over a year now and I am here to tell you how it has changed my life for the better. I got a twelve-pack of that Mexican shadow lab oxygen. That shit you can only find in underground bunkers along the Sonoran Desert. I’m huffing on cartel-synthesized medical grade air. They purified this with the tears of 36 luchadores. Shit’s so pure it should be asking me “¿Dónde está El Chapo?” Dude, this shit will turn your iron lung into a rust bucket. Nuclear levels of clean. Lung resurrecting, Aztec god air. Shit got ozone in it so you know the O2 to CO2 ratio is fuckin’ lit, ese. A whiff of this shit? Yeah this that legendary Quetzalcoatl’s Wind. This shit straight out of Teotihuacan. This shit is what rusted Titanic. RIP my submarine homie for real vato. Paz. ...