March 21, 2005
In The Grip of the Grippe...
I've been ill. The Sickness Unto Death ill. Fortunately I received quite a few RSVP's to my Phlegm Ball tomorrow, and I intend to pass the hat, and announce the Phlegm Princess at a later date.
Codeine. Goose. Lemurs. Sclerotic investment bankers. Buckdancing chipmunks.
I'm gonna take inner counsel in my dope addled brain, and proffer my advice in the morning.
Toddy it up and sleep heavy. Hope you get smoothed out in the AM. I prescribe a nice chest rub. When you're done, put some vicks on your own chest too.
Posted by: og at March 21, 2005 10:44 PMTwo quarts of NyQuil, up the ass. From your grandmother's red enema bag, with the white plastic nozzle.
If you do not die, you will dream dreams. Perhaps found a cult.
Posted by: Bane at March 22, 2005 2:48 AMWhat really works is a vicodin and bloody mary. Doesn't make you any better, but you really don't care, either!
Posted by: Michele at March 22, 2005 9:41 AMNaw, what you need is an Indian doc, preferably one who is pharmie-endorsed.
Posted by: Key at March 22, 2005 11:47 AMThey're all wrong...what you really need is Catfish...
Posted by: Sam at March 22, 2005 2:54 PMExcept Key, that is.
Posted by: Sam at March 22, 2005 2:55 PMI agree with the enema idea...
Posted by: Acidman at March 22, 2005 7:29 PMTPC tix.
That will make you better.
TPC, final round, front row at the 17th.
Well, at least that would me ME feel better.
I hope you're up and running in no time!
Posted by: jmflynny at March 22, 2005 7:42 PM