I don't like to go to the store unless it's for beer or meat.
Monday, March 02, 2009
NyQuil please
I have a massive cold. Hot, cold, feverish, chest, nose, throat. It's from that little rodent mexican kid krooping on the N train the other day. He's infested me with The Aztec Whopping cough. Little bastard.
2 comments:
This one's not easy to get rid of, either ... good luck, my friend (personally, I think you got the cold after finding out about Santana's elbow).
maybe right about that
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