8.18.2005

illness

I hate being sick.

I feel like a fresh pile of bovine manure, scooped into a paper sack, set ablaze, then stomped out by an old guy wearing slippers.
Posted by nicholas casey at 11:23 AM
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2 comments:

Marlin said...

you should have seen that scenario when it really happened. and no, we were not sick when we provided the entertainment.

6:56 AM
Stephanie said...

Slippers? What type of slippers, eh?

8:23 PM

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