How long, do you suppose, before we get an episode of House where the good doctor takes a syringe of Botox and tries to inject himself in, like, the rostral anterior cingulate cortex?
If Otis Redding were here, he could sing to us: But can Botox kill this pain in my heart? ... Pain in my heart just won't let me sleep. ... Stop this little pain in my heart. ... Someone stop this pain.
Something about the positioning of the model in this graphic makes it seem as if he is running into the frame. I imagine he is screaming but I cannot quite make out the words.
This poor guy might avoid that "downturned mouth," "teeth grinding," "frown lines" and even "severe underarm sweating" if he weren't missing something where his "testicular pain" is located.
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If Otis Redding were here, he could sing to us: But can Botox kill this pain in my heart? ... Pain in my heart just won't let me sleep. ... Stop this little pain in my heart. ... Someone stop this pain.
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