My partner in worship and crime, I've returned from a land of fever and nausea myself, and am devastated to hear of your condition. Feel much much better!
Vicodin, how doth thou help me? Thy breassassests art wonderous Thy thighs art thunderous but what mine eyes thinkith the most is that you kisseth me to ease my pain But why oh why did you make me do it with Zhang Zyi (oh make it rhyme dammit) Now instead of your love I'm stuck with oozing sores So I sit in the dark, trying not to snore.