A couple of open letters:

[sarcastro]

Dear Lungs:

Please. All the way, already. I'll even accept it if it makes Stomach go as well, because ultimately, it might be the best thing in the world for us all. At least it would be better than this "almost" B.S.

Loath,
Me

Dear Sinuses:

Ouch. Damn. I haven't any other words.

Loath,
Me

Dear Nose:

I would give anything for you to actually ejaculate when I blow you.

Loath,
Me