I write these lines with the thermometer in the armpit. A pretty little crown of this wonderful time, I also had the foresight to let some stupid flu bacteria in my body, already proven to be fast and hard. What has been done a mockery of my immune system, my white blood cells is the past one hundred and eighty miles per hour below the nose, making him the finger as well, riding a mitocitoqualcosa and on ... down to have a feast.
But there came a caravan of virus, disguised as a woman to not get caught. I called in a faint voice and tells me Scs cs pr .. s stn Where the tax?
How? I say and I get close enough to hear that.
taxis! Do you know where they are appropriate for the taxi? He says moving away from the mouth a handkerchief Mocciola.
Sure lady, then go straight to ...
ETCIÚÚÚÚÚ!
The sneaky virus camouflaged train I sneeze in the face with a casual transportation. Via Farini
... ... and just down ... will ...
Thanks! She says she puffed vigorously to have accomplished its mission. And he goes, showing her shoulders and a pointed tail appearing from under his coat. From there, you know the history. The virus enters a little from where they like, make their way between the immune system, since that state are on hold throughout the day, attacks mitocitocosi and leaves you like a rag in the toilet.
damage and pranks on the agenda for me, luckily I have the spirit to sell, so they are already in tears, to pity myself.
the way, my arm has a temperature of thirty-seven point two degrees. I'm the worst. They must have put the turnstiles to my immune system.
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