The good fight.
Well, it's day three of the epic bout between Food Poisoning and the Jerry. Now it was rough sailing in rounds one and two with the spastic vomiting, cold shakes and...well.. I like to call it "coffee butt" but I came out swinging(like a housewife on Vicodin) in round three! That's right my little slutpuppies I beat the fuck out of that illness with my massive guns and aura of pimpin'... ok, what I meant to say was with four bottles of green death Nyquil and other assorted medication.. but still! So rejoice bitches, i'm still alive.