You know you don’t feel good when it sounds like someone’s walking around upstairs in your house and you shrug and break out into impromptu opera.
“Oh well,” you think. “Maybe the ghost-intruder will like it and is shuffling along, dancing in his white, bloody sheet.”
Delirium, thy name is…zzz…
Cheers!
You do know you weren’t supposed to take the whole bottle at once, right?
Whaaaaat? It’s been tater tots and the Oz books over here. Wheeee….. Almost forgot the h there. Thought that word looked funny.