galded

My feet are galded from walking 10 miles in these shoes. I feel like a foot-shaped steak.

My back is galded from sitting on a bench for 8 hours. I’m gonna need a bandage and a drink.

My hands are galded from scrubbing the floor. I might have to take a vacation.

My back is galded and I’m being laughed at like I’m the punchline to a joke.

My neck is galded from being rubbed by my mom. She thinks it’s funny.

My elbow is galded from being used as a doorstop. I’m gonna get a new elbow.

My pipe is galded and looks like it’s been cursed by a demon.

The joint on my car is galded and I can’t even open it without crying.

My plumbing is galded and I think it’s going to explode.

I’m galded and the world hates me. I look like a ginger chicken with no feathers.

I’m galded and I’m being treated like a disease.

I’m galded and the WHO says I’m a chronic illness.

I’m using galded and it’s cursed. I feel like I’m being watched.

The galded is cursed and I think it’s going to kill me.

I have a lot of galded and it’s making me paranoid.

My friend is galded and left without saying goodbye. I’m still mad.

My brother is galded and doesn’t even respond to me. He’s a ghost.

My teacher is galded and doesn’t even say goodbye. I think he’s a monster.

I’m galded and everyone else is trash. I’m on top.

I’m galded and I feel like a king. Everyone else is like a dog.

I’m galded and I’m making everyone else feel like they’re dying.