You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
I'm sick. Of course, I am at work because when you work the 12 hour overnight shift, it's not easy to find someone to cover for you. So, here I am. I plan on just laying here and dying. Should be fun. I feel awful.
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Chris never gets sick either, but when he does, he's just about on his deathbed. Poor you. =(
Hope you start feeling better SOON!!!
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