A Love Story
I will seek and find you . . .
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you .
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot
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3 comments:
You've been spammed, Oh Queen of Bells!! I suggest you get the webwizard to turn on your Word Verification so this evil spammer never darkens your blog again with her wickedness!! That said, it will be a COLD day in Hell before I get a flu shot. Hate the needles with a passion, I do. Run in terror from them, I always have.
Bells and needles, her phobias shall be explored and yes, exploited for our amusement.
As for the spammination? Well.. I like spam, FRIED!! *sssiiizzzlee* I can fix this for ya Meems, I am ze webmistress to whom the Q refers. *kisses* I aint gettin a flu shot either. I have never had the flu, so for get it! muah loved that lil blog though!
Hmmm good reminder. We had the flu here a couple of Christmases ago. Nothing was merry and bright that year.
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