Breaking Bad Box Set

My dad has poop in his dick and I brought him the entire Breaking Bad box set as a present the day he was diagnosed. He's watched eight episodes and lost 300lbs, which has now escalated into severe anorexia, bulimia, depression and critical anxiety, to which I supplied him medication for in which he had a strong reaction to.

He then gave all his might into wheeling his way out of the house and into the street to try and enter the hospital, but due to his anorexia, his arms fell off and he was forced to navigate using his legs.

He had to practically 'walk' while sitting in his wheelchair thereby defeating the purpose of the wheelchair. He went through thick and thin to get to the hospital.

He rode his wheelchair through the deepest seas, he death-defyingly crossed highways and freeways, and crashed into kids' birthday parties in order to help himself to the refreshments, including their cakes and flaming candles included, to keep whatever energy he had intact.

He then tied his wheelchair, miraculously without arms via rope to a chopper and had the chopper fly him through the big cities and barren evergreens, the sight was almost extravagant, but such a rare sight.

The chopper crashed into a jetliner over Kentucky, but my dad's skin is titanium, thus he survived. He flew his wheelchair down to safety into the river and let the current direct his way.

After exiting the river, he rode through the jungles and dodged multiple grizzly bears that for some reason were present. Multiple days were spent living off the fat of the land as he consumed leaves, plants, logs and even entire trees to preserve the energy.

At this point, you'd think my dad would be deceased; OH BOY ARE YOU WRONG.

He had severe bouts of depression in the jungles and even contemplated taking his life via the grizzly bears, but the grizzly bears dropped in awe and ran away screaming like little girls.

He fought through and continued on his way. He flew through the Everglades via his wheelchair attached to a paraglider, but the paraglider caught fire like fucking ICARUS when he made it to Death Valley.

This was where Dad was at his lowest point. He lay on the ground, almost about to decease, when a flying goose on a dinner plate spoke words of wisdom. It was here on out that Dad was certain to continue his journey.

He went everywhere. He raced through Hill Valley and bumped into Marty McFly, smoking a few joints together with the Doc while listening to the Beatles' new album, 'Sgt. Bender's Breakfast Club Band'.

Finally, after months and months, he made it to the hospital.

It was closed.

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