sniff sniff
it's chrismas and i celebrate it with hyperactive germs. they sing carols on my tonsils and the little ones do cartwheels on my throat. my nose is runny.. and so are my eyes. do you call it that? runny eyes? teary eyes? doesn't sound very nice. so ho ho that's my christmas. at least it's nice and warm so i don't think the army of germs will stay around much longer. and at least my appetite's down so i won't be stuffing myself silly with food.
i still can't picture how a goose is stuffed until his liver explodes. and i ate that exploding liver... fois gras.. thanks manny for bringing it over, and thanks raymz for telling me the gruesome details of the stuffing of a goose, the moment i popped it in my mouth. baah.
i still can't picture how a goose is stuffed until his liver explodes. and i ate that exploding liver... fois gras.. thanks manny for bringing it over, and thanks raymz for telling me the gruesome details of the stuffing of a goose, the moment i popped it in my mouth. baah.