I feel like stir-fried shit. I have a cold or something that's kicking me hexagonally in the whootie-whoo.
There's a flippity-skrippin' hole in the heel of my flippity-skrippin' sock and I was too ZONKED to notice it when I put it on this morning.
I have concluded that NyQuil is the Black Death x783972292764056. It is. 'Cuz.
There's a flippity-skrippin' hole in the heel of my flippity-skrippin' sock and I was too ZONKED to notice it when I put it on this morning.
I have concluded that NyQuil is the Black Death x783972292764056. It is. 'Cuz.