Every nice thing I said about Jer earlier this week…I take it back.
He is trying to kill me friends.
He brought home the flu. Only he wasn’t even nice enough to really get it himself to disguise his nefarious murder plot.
No – he just brought home the bug, slept a lot and felt fine 24 hours later.
In the mean time, I’ve been dying a slow, flu-related death. Aches, fever, chills, and so on.
And then…AND THEN….he feeds me crackers that expired in 2007! YES!
If you don’t hear from me soon, his plan has worked and he’s offed me. He’ll no doubt be on a yacht sailing across the Atlantic with a young, latin play thing named Rico.
I take it back
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