I'm very sick at the moment. My doctor says that antibiotics won't do me, since it's a flu, and in addition to not helping, antibiotics will probably just give me a yeast infection. I don't want a yeast infection. I've been passed out in bed for the past three days, and I'm hoping very hard that I'll get better by Saturday, because that's a) my birthday and b) the day we leave for Cuba (for my birthday).Earlier tonight, I was lying on the couch, coughing my lungs out and watching American Idol. Eric walked past and farted.
Carol: "Did you just fart?"
Eric: "No...I made a fart sound."
Carol: "...with your butt?"
Eric: "No...with...my mouth."
(Eric just now: "I DIDN'T FART!! I MADE A FART SOUND!! WITH MY MOUTH!!! DON'T BLOG THAT!!!!")
3 comments:
A much more plausible excuse would have been "I stepped on a duck".... or my brother's favorite, "it was an African Spider Monkey!"
Stepping on a duck is more plausible?? What the fuck kind of farm do you live on, TL?
TL...Tender loving? Of ducks? I'd probably be more interested in the whereabouts of such farm, but I just heard that if you take a sheep to the edge of the cliff they push back. Now that's much better than any fart noises duck-phucking could do.
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