I have this odd cold. It's all on my throat, with just the occasional sneeze and nasal drippage. I hold the cold virus as ultimate proof there is no God. Or, if there is a God, he has a very strange sense of humour.
And I blame my lack of tonsils. I am of an age from when tonsils were whipped out on a whim—the boy has a limp; out with his tonsils. And now we know tonsils are a vital part of one's immune system. I'd sue someone, if I could do anything but croak out half-words.
I have tickets for the football match; and I have to go, because I have tickets and I'm a boy, don't I? I shall have to "wrap up well". It's one of my mum's old sayings, and one I will quite possibly heed today.
Planets of Galaxy's Game
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*Planet (Moon)*
*Race*
*Notes*
Anto
Antovian
Tree
Antorashus
Kropask
Ayoria (Lunos)
Human
Anok
Azantig
Brogian
Balan VII, VIII
Human
Jerean...
1 week ago
2 comments:
The words man flu come to mind. *runs away*
Ha! If only I could run after you with this cough :-)
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