You have twelve hours to live. :)

You have twelve hours to live. :)

He put his phone back in his pocket but it pinged again: another text. It read "U may delete my texts Mick, but it doesn't change the fact that u only have 12 hrs to live".

Was this a joke? Mick wasn’t sure. Who had texted him to say he had 12 hrs left to live? He decided to call the number.“This number does not exist” The voice in his phone told him

to call and make sure his cancer had went away forever. Or did it stay and put my life in danger ? whaoooooo i am scared because what if its still there and cant be gone away.

i go to the doctor the next day and i find out that its stage 3 of cancer. my life is in danger right now and im really worried how are my family members and friends going to act .

I mean, Uncle Jim has that series of risqué jokes and my younger brother regularly joyrides with his goons, smashing mailboxes of those they'd heard "got the C." My diagnosis was

damning, but expected. "You have the Bourdain family malidy son, the livid Gleas they come every seven years. You know the code. Lock yourself up then, or your out of the will." I

couldn't believe my ears. I'd spent the last seven years building an immunity to Iocaine powder when I should have been working to avoid the Livid Gleas. Looks like the Bourdain na

Sal spray was empty. Which was a shame, because Bourdain Nasal Spray is the best kind out there. I decided to get in the car and go to Price Rite, to see if they had any. They did.