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Upon asking how my lurgied husband was feeling, this is the response I get...
"I stumbled out of bed after you smsed me. Feel OK, coughed alot... Have cat in lap. He's not a cat! He's a husky in disguise. On the run for being unbearable cute! In cat disguise, it's not so noticeable :-)"
I think the drugs are rotting his brain.
"I stumbled out of bed after you smsed me. Feel OK, coughed alot... Have cat in lap. He's not a cat! He's a husky in disguise. On the run for being unbearable cute! In cat disguise, it's not so noticeable :-)"
I think the drugs are rotting his brain.