Thursday, January 17, 2008

I'm sick, Ferris. I'm dying...

I am sick. I feel like dog poopie. And I mean that in the meanest, grossest terms possible. I just wanna go home and hide in my bed. Well, first go to the doctor, get some good drugs and THEN hide in my bed.

So, nothing really worth reading here this week. No funny-funny, all sicky-sick.

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