Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Bed.
If you try to wake me up, will I pelt you with all 40 of my pills?
Yes.
My right tonsil looks like an obese white man. I've named it Peter Griffing. I think he's scaring the left one. Go back to Family Guy, Peter. You're driving me crazy with your belligerent badgering.
posted by Katherine @ 3:50 p.m.
1 Comments:
I vomitted a lot last night. But at least Peter Griffin isn't making residence in my esophagus.
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