Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Missions huh? I seem to remember a mission Steve and I were sent on with a small search party. we were in search of Strongville to a attend a banquet but never mind that right now. I have a new vocabulary word.

Folliculitus...

I woke up last week with a strange red bump in the corner of my right eye. Some would say it was pay back from the wife or maybe i bumped something with the gravitational pull created by my MASTANDREA sized head. I figured it would go away. I awoke the following morning and gazed in the mirror with my one good eye to blurrily see that I was incorrect. My red spot had grown into a large purple and red area resembling the mark atop Gorbachev's head except mine was in the shape of a sfogliatele. It oozed a bit like a fresh cannoli. It hurt quite a bit. The mother informed me i should be in the ER. So i returned to the place we have all become so familiar with... Jupiter Medical Center. The guy took 1 look and said FOLLICULITUS. A few moments later a burly women in scrubs told me i was getting a needle to help the swelling. The needle would go in the rump roast and it was quite a needle. The needle was not the issue. The molten iron ore she shot into me was. I now know what it feels like to get kicked by a horse. She too said hmmmmm folliculitus. I believe this could be the answer Folliculitus...