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3 days ago I had a panic attack while riding the subway over to work. Around 5-7 minutes after I got into the train on some station a hot girl with very big boobs and lips and with some luggage walks in and sits right on the other bench in front of me. Everything is okay and like 5 minutes later she started to take out her makeup supplies and start primping herself up. At first everything was okay, I kinda even gave it a quick fantasy when she applied the liptick on, I gave it a thought about how great it would be to stick the lipstick into her asshole and twirl it for a little bit and then she would push it out. 2 minutes into her primping session I began having a sudden panic attack. My heart started beating, my face turned red and people startig to stare at me. I didnt know what to do and there was a cop at the other end of the train car. So 2 stops later I exited the train and waited for another one. While I waited the panic attack went away.



I guaran-fucking-tee you it's related to the ARSON, son. Go ahead. Keep ignoring my advice and being a smart-ass. See what happens...



As someone who just puked out coffee today from a panic attack while driving, that ain't no panic attack. It is definately from the Arson or whatever 'miracle fat burner' that will never replace working out and eating real food. The only time these pills work is when someone is already in shape and trains ridiculously hard along with a clean diet. Even then, they don't make that much of a dif.
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