Fishing in the Rivers of Light: SNOT STREAMS FROM MY NOSE LIKE A RIVER OF THICK, GREEN TREACLE.

Friday, October 21, 2005

SNOT STREAMS FROM MY NOSE LIKE A RIVER OF THICK, GREEN TREACLE.

Yes. That's right. I have a cold. And yea, my head doth pound like the speaker stack at a drum 'n' bass gig. And being a man I am, of course, duty bound to exagerate my symptoms in order to gain sympathy and hot toddies. And my body, it doth shiver like that of a shaved penguin. For some reason,... Sign in to see full entry.

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