So sick I can't even eat my fucking cookie...just carry it around and sleep with it.
Sooooooooo sick...
Barfing...everywhere...
Shitting...everywhere...
...blood...
Can't eat. Can't sleep. Wander about.
And they gnaw my nuts for being sick even as they try to commiserate. "What did you eat now?" they ask.
I think I know what it is...I think Mook A fed me something to get rid of me before Mook B goes off to Paris on Tuesday.
I'm dying here.
Ack!
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