I gave blood today, and I rocked it out. My nurse said it was one of the fastest he'd ever seen. That's right, boys, my blood flows fast and hot. And I'm not a delicate flower: I don't get dizzy, I don't get pale. I'm in, I'm out, and I'm on my way. It's important to donate if you can, and I try to do it as often as possible since it doesn't really bother me, for the most part -- the needles, the bag of blood they collect, what have you. What does bother me, however, is the damn finger prick to test your iron levels. I hate that. Open a vein! I don't care! Just don't stab my finger with a little itty-bitty steel thingy. It fucking hurts.
(On a side note, they didn't have any of the "Kiss me" stickers; all they had was "Be nice to me." Be nice to me? Screw that, I want play! I gave up a pint of blood, people!)
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