You know what’s great? Getting sick. I don’t know about you, but it’s the one and only time I feel like I can really take time off work and not feel guilty about it.
That’s not a reflection on my boss or my place of employment. It’s just a fact of my hyperactive responsibility gland. Plus, being sick means you get that neat, light-headed semi-euphoric stupor that makes daytime TV and top 40 radio just AMAZING. Seriously, I’m not sure how real people actually ingest these things without being on a solid codeine jag.
So, there you have it. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs, but God and Jesus do I love Robitussin. For my money, there’s no better way to escape from your problems.
Oh, thank gods, he was just sick. For a second there I thought you had wandered into “zombie wearing a makeshift giant condom” territory… and your strip is too young. Too soon.
We’ll save THAT for year 2 sweeps.
This is awesome! It does make me wonder, what the lump on your back under the cover? Are you smuggling a gallon of cough syrup in a camel pack On your back for easy access?