I've just had the joy of visiting my doctor however he was on holiday at the snowfields so i got his impersonator who likes to write explicitly what i have wrong with me. A simple "viral infection' or 'flu' or 'bacterial infection' or a myriad of medical subtlties would suffice for a medical certificate but no, it had to be in big letters for all to see.
On the same day i get an email of some guy asking me if i wanted to have sex with him.
i would have if i wasn't shitting my kidneys out, i would have if it was summer and i'm hot from the sun, i would have if i had just exfoliated, i would have if i could be bothered but as you all know, my life is never so simple.
I politely declined noting my delicate condition "you don't want my shit to be the only lubricant, an no it doesn't taste like strawberry" however would keep in contact if i needed a spare plumber.
I'm alright now i think, the cup of early grey seems to have ventured into my bladder this time instead of my colon, i think i'll go back to bed, i can't believe i slept most of the day and the time with a pulsating hard-on. What's with me when i'm down with flu or sick i get highly aroused, must be some Freud thing in the past or is that Jung, one of those.... i should come up with psychoanalynical theories of my own.
The flotis theory where things happens for no apparent reason, have a profound effect then disappear from all trace destroying any historical clue.
There is no justification.
my farts smell funny.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
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2 comments:
Oh my... are you fine? You dont sound fine after melbourne.. Melbourne Bug? Hehe.. or Melbourne withdrawal symptoms? Hehe.. Rest well.
J.
haha shopping withdrawl?? bleh, this flu! i just want to curl up in bed and have a cup of whey!! hahahaha!! whey!!!! kekeke wake up and have man-boobs!!
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