The Robitussin Gods Bring Gifts of Hallucinations

[puppenmeisterin]

Bottles of tussin should be kept away from me when I am sick. I really hate coughing so I sip on that shit like grandma does her hip flask during thanksgiving. There is a fly. I'm not sure if it is real, but I have the urge to catch it with chopsticks like Ralf Machio that Karate Kid motherfucker, who basically ended his career after a trilogy of terrible movies that were somehow entertaining when I was seven-years-old.

The dog ate the chopsticks. I guess I will resort to western methods.... Chemicals.