So sick you guys. I woke up with a sore throat on Sunday and decided the best course of action would be denial. I’m not sick. The razor blades in my throat are a side effect of having an awesome life. The post nasal drip? A solid representation of the air I breathe every day, conveniently jammed into my nostrils like adorable baby corks.
That’s about all I’ve got. Watch a short film starring Die Antwoord.
I feel your pain. Have since Friday. Doc put me on the drugs yesterday. Waste nary a moment dear John.