No more high dollar scotch and Cuban cigars for this fat boy.
You, sir, are much stronger than me.
No more high dollar scotch and Cuban cigars for this fat boy.
Woke up feeling like warmed over s**t. Too much to do to feel this way. Hope they will give me a shot in my fat butt and expediate my recovery. Especially hope my wife doesn't get it. We are doing 3 Christmases.
As I sit here, with a mask on, all the coughing and hacking and spewing makes me hallucinate I am in a 19th Century TB ward. Hell, maybe I'll see Doc Holliday
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