I’ve been throwing up all day. I can’t keep anything down — I think the frozen pizza I ate last night wasn’t cooked thoroughly.
It’s times like these when a girlfriend would come in handy, to bring me Pepto Bismol and soup.
If I don’t make it, I want you all to know the gold…
…the gold is buried…
…under the…
*ack blugh*
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