...food poisoning sucks. At least I think I have food poisoning. I have been throwing up every 2 hours on the 2 hours since midnight last night. It's now 9am and I have just returned from my latest bout. Grrr. Added to that is the fact that it is still bloody cold and so there I was gripping a 0 degree toilet crying out for death to False Metal. It's been a fairly average few hours.
So.
On reflection and out of the goodness of my heart, I am willing to swap this bout of food poisoning for a 1973 Porsche 911 T. All applicants please leave contact details under the "comments" section. Support for the continuation of wallowing in self pity accepted also.
Goodbye.
Stay away from the chicken.
berin.
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