Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The grim reaper he came

And I told him where to go. The last few days I seemed to have contracted the bionic plague and it brought me to deaths door. The parentals, the elders and the dog were all worried as I wheezed like "I was on 80 a day" let me tell you kind readers, 80 of nothing a day would cause me to aspirate like I did. The medicine lady who shushed me (that's another issue) that it wasn't all that bad didn't seem to understand I hadn't eaten in 3 days and on the verge of dehydration because my beloved bottle was too painful to drink.


But with some voodoo I have made a somewhat recovery and reminds me not to be too fond of licking hand rails in a hurry ever more. They can keep pumping their drugs into me but little do they know it only makes me stronger....