I might never get any better and never get any worse. I think that I might be consistently below average for ever. I am a straight, non-sloping line on a graph, written in green ink.
I am a set of data on excel. The data is slightly not quite good enough.
I might have a wasting disease. I am wasting. There is nothing which is not wasting. Everything I do has been wasted. I am in a wasteland. A thinning, cold, anaemic wasteland. I am trapped in my bed. I am on pills.
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I will fight you sicknote. Any time. My superior fighting skills will shame you. I will do a tiny wee on your laptop.
P.S Get well soon.
I think the only perscription for your ailment is more cowbell.
(i hope that even in England you get the 'more cowbell' reference. if not, let me know and I will enlighten you, because it is very humorous and you will laugh and do a tiny wee on your laptop)
Is more cowbell to do with that Don't Fear The Reaper song?
Please don't wee on my laptop.
Saturday Night Live thing?
I don't actually see how anyone weeing on anyone's laptop is going to help matters. Pull yourself together, Socrates. Be a man. This has gone on for far too long. Open your window, maybe, and have a good, long bellow out of it. That'll do the trick.
No really, do get well soon.
He's not a man though, is he? He's a tiny crumpled sicknote holding a pee stained computer. All mouth and no trousers. You are afraid to fight me!
Pee-note. That's your name from now on.
P.S Hope you're feeling better.
yes jenn...more cowbell...dont fear the reaper...saturday night live...
dont pick on poor pee-note socrates, he is just a tiny bit of data with some wee on his laptop.
i defend him with my mighty broadsword.
Don't worry. I'm feeling better now. As if any of you actually cared.
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