I’m still sick, dammit. Headache, raw throat, drippy nose, churning stomach, and the trots. Anybody wanna kiss me deep?
But on the positive side, huricane season officially ended.
Anyway, I found this. There’s more like it here.
That’s not an ear of corn, it’s a cellular phone. A Revolutionary People’s Design Cellular Phone. In the photo, he’s dialing the aluminum foil hat factory.
What is “the trots?”
Ted: The trots. The runs. The shits. Got it? Not helping is the orange juice I’m over-dosing on. I’m leaving clouds in the rooms I occupy for more than 10 minutes. Then it’s off to the races.
Anything else you need to know about my bowels?
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