I love my man. Truly I do.
But whatever it is he drank last night, I would like to know its name...
...so I can avoid it like the plague.
That man was puking out BODY PARTS this afternoon, from the sound of things.
I did feel sympathy for him, truly I did...
...but I also ate his dinner.
(Hey, he wasn't gonna be needing it.)
Oh, Gladys, eww. It's 10:31 on Sunday morning!
ReplyDeletePoor sod, nonetheless. Self-inflicted misery is no less miserable, and it is important that internal organs remain in the body.
Poor bastard!
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