wherever he falls...there shall he buried...
Sick. Sick. Like you know your sick when your going to work because your fever is down to a mere 101. Its one of those type of sicks that has you turning your pillow over every 15 minutes because its cooler than the charcoal briquette you currently rest your head on. I blame this on the weather. I know that blaming the texas weather is cliche but
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NO SICKY
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