Hi folks, the effing virus that attacked me
a month or so ago, is back with an irreverence to devastate my body.
Don’t fret though, because I’m going to open up a can of whoop arse, on the
bloody thing. I’ll open up a can of split pea, and chicken noodle soup on
it, which it will not soon forget.
Perhaps, I should have an Iron Mans Breakfast. Two fried eggs, a couple
links of sausage, ham, fried potatoes (You know the ones, with the grease still
dripping off of them.), tomatoes, some beans, a titanic roll, and a steamy cup of English
Breakfast Tea. If it doesn’t kill me, it’ll definitely eradicate the
infectious agent.
In addition, I could theoretically stick to oranges, apples, bananas, and the
like. But, that would be too easy on me. 
Anyway, the son of a "whatever" is going down!
I’m writing a new short story, so I should
have it posted by tomorrow night, if I get to feeling better. )S(
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Oh Jeffy, so sorry that you’re ill again.
But nothing that rest won’t cure?
I want your breakfast, Jeffy.
I want your breakfast.
And your chicken noodle soup…
All of it!
Thank you, Susan. I hope to be back to normal in a day or two. Hopefully?