After minutes and minutes browsing the World Wide Web coupled with my experience playing doctor as a child, I have determined that I have gynencephaherpalitis. Â That’s right…it’s full blown and apparently not getting better on its own. Â Don’t cry for me though friends. Â My affairs are in order and if the worst should happen, I have entrusted my son with my prize booger collection and all of my cigar rings. Â It’s my poor wife I worry about…how could she possibly go on with out me?! Â I am that amazing. Â No doubt, the pain would be too great…oh, please watch out for her dear friends…
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Ok…hold on…not ready for that yet (I hope). Â I went to the doc last Friday and was fully stocked up with medicines and salves and elixirs. Â I tried incantatory chants and even sang a little Barry Manilow hoping to get this junk to go away. Â It was all to no avail. Â I called the doc again and she said if I wasn’t on the upswing by today that she would get me in for a chest x-ray and a high colonic (for good measure).
Don’t worry…I’ll take pictures
