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DeCordova, then on to our Extreme Croquet event. Yes? Can't hardly wait.

DeCordova, then on to our Extreme Croquet event. Yes? Can't hardly wait.

*splat*

If I feel this way for a whole month, you better bring embalming fluid instead of chicken soup.

Best to go back to sleep and not look at that cheeky monkey on the left sticking his/her arse up naughtily. And the other one climbing over to, errr, nevermind.

Drink plenty of fluids! Take plenty of drugs! Get better soon!

One should always drink plenty of fluids and take plenty of drugs. Like, on a daily basis.

The other night I had a dream that involved life-size, stainless-steel installations of anthropomorphic monkeys. This is just too weird.

My god! We've been in a huge dollhouse this whole time!!

But that's impossible, Kevin - I dreamed that you were Lao-Tzu, and you were dreaming that you were a butterfly!

* remembers admonition about fluids and drugs *

* eyes case of beer thoughtfully *

"Drink it! Drink it!" she says, temptingly.

Long Island Iced Tea always killed my colds, or made me not care that I had one. It also killed my memory so I can't recall which it was.

I'm a firm believer in the power of icky medicine. Vicks 44M is about the grossest I've found. It has the viscous consistency of motor oil.

I actually like the Green NyQuil, being a Pernod fan.

Nyquil (green, as per Kaf's recommendation) and tonic.

Doubles. With lime.

Then lie down and watch a little Maury. You'll be back on your feet in no time!

I heard that Jagermeister is very medicinal. It has all kinds of ingredients that are healthy. This was on NPR, therefore it must be true.

is it feed a fever and buy a cold a drink, or starve a cold and give a fever two hits of x?

plenty of NyQuil + afternoon TV = really bad dreams

Take two red cold pills. Take one white cold pill. Do one shot of Nyquil. Smoke one big fat joint. Put cartoons on. Repeat.

Why didn't I take the blue pill?

I can't believe I ate the whole thing.

Jagermeister is indeed medicinal. Ze Germans take it after dinner to help viz ze pooping.

Leading, no doubt, to the timeless expression "thars gold in them thar toilets!!"

Mrs. C and I just got back from shopping. We were running out of food and neither of us wanted to risk going it alone. Afternoon grocery shopping - even when you're not sick - is a lot like afternoon TV, too.

We've each just popped our first beers. I'll report back and let you all know when the medication starts taking effect.

Jagermeister is also psychologically theraputic, if taken in a high enough dosage, in that you may attempt call up past boyfriends and explain to them, this time honestly, why they could never get you off.

I think I must have read that somewhere.

thars gold in them thar toilets!!

Not Goldschlager, silly lawyer!

Goldschlager is one of the most disgusting drinks on this planet.

Whoops. You know, I always did confuse those two.

Re: Jagermeister and brittney...ok, once Tommy is born...you, me, a cell phone and a drinking night...we'll take turns calling each other's ex's. :)

Re: Goldschlager. Indeed, the most vile thing to have ever been bottled. Someone left some at my house after a party...and I could give the stuff away, no matter how much I tried. Finally, after a significant period of time, when I realized it was still in the back of the liquor cabinet, I just threw it away. Yech.

Re: Cheeky steel monkeys...is it terribly wrong to really love this art installation? Because I do. It amuses me. I like it. :) Then again, I've been told that my taste in art is somewhat odd...you should see some of the metal sculptures I've got on the wall...they make the neighbors not want to come back...so, ya know, job accomplished, really. :)

Brittney and K-esque, you guys are clearly comedic geniuses. Stop making me laugh so hard or you (or me) will surely pay the consequences.

That is all.

(P.S. I'm drubk again)

Finally, after a significant period of time, when I realized it was still in the back of the liquor cabinet, I just threw it away. Yech.

Where I come from that's alcohol abuse. Understandable, but abuse nonetheless.

Jagermeister is also psychologically theraputic, if taken in a high enough dosage, in that you may attempt call up past boyfriends and explain to them, this time honestly, why they could never get you off.

Interesting. I usually find that the best time to tell a boyfriend (ex or current) that they will never, ever get you off is right in the middle of sex.

But maybe that's just me. Ah, you should see the look on their faces.

I usually find that the best time to tell a boyfriend (ex or current) that they will never, ever get you off is right in the middle of sex.

ouch. so that's why they call you witchstone. Talk about the pain and heartbreak of psoriasis!

Anyway, no wise monkey would go anywhere without his or her electrical banana.

How's our Commish and the Mrs. feeling this morning? Better?

I could never get Nell Carter off, and I had a toilet brush.
I think she's with Webster now.
At least, those looked like his feet.

It is too early to be reading about dalliances with Nell Carter. Oi, where's my coffee?

hows that I was home sick yesterday too. To bad no net access at home, or did I catch my cold from you off the net at work?

I went to work today. I was still sick. No, my cow-workers don't hate me for it - they're all sick, too (worst ventilation in the western hemisphere).

Thanks for caring, tho!

Mad cow disease?

Laugh? I thought I'd die.

Thanks, tizzie - very funny.

Jeez, remind me never to get involved with any Thundersluts in, you know, that special way.

Actually, come to think of it, I believe most of the women I hung out with in my 20s were thundersluts.

Never mind.